The patient in the room next to Ann passed away today.
It's easy to forget when you walk through MD Anderson that this happens. The smooth glossy surface of the hospital is a veneer that masks and subdues more basic human fears. They are still there lurking beneath the surface of perception. Invisible until confronted.
He had ALL just like Ann and although I don't know who he was, his passing leaves me evermore fearful for Ann's morality.