Now was not the time to worry about them, though. She clutched the glass bottle of ether in her hands and rushed as fast as was polite to go. The huge new hospital had been built along the architectural designs of Philadelphia’s Dr. Thomas Story Kirkbride. Ozzie hoped to meet him one day. She had a few critiques for him. Kirkbride’s psychiatric advice was to heal the patient’s minds by happy surroundings. It meant a great deal of fresh air and windows, and Ozzie agreed completely. Unfortunately, giving every room its own window meant the building was long and thin with sprawling hallways. Sometimes the end of the hall was so far away with so many uniform doors on either side, it made her dizzy to walk down them. She doubted that could be good for the patients. This wing of the hospital was quiet, reserved for patients who suffered hysteria and needed peace to settle their nerves. Most of them had not woken up yet, except for the few who had not yet gone to sleep and spent their time looking out the many windows.
