Heartwave Protocol

Lil Spence Two-twenty days on the

ward

Two-twenty days, still counting

Spencer Batwick, June the first,

three thirty-one

Pulse at seventy-six, systolic one-fifteen

Frailty pathway, COPD ward one

Quiet numbers, steady line,

nothing much between

No oxygen, no fever,

EWS at zero

Just the dots where the breathing rate should be

Nobody's watching the numbers that don't move

Nobody's counting the days that just repeat

Two-twenty days and still he's here

Two-twenty days,

still on his feet

Breathe in

Breathe out

Ninety-six percent, that's the only sat they caught

Breathe in,

breathe out

Spencer Batwick, ward one,

still holding on

Two-twenty days,

the numbers carry on

Tenth of August, four oh four,

then four twelve, then four nineteen Three checks in an hour,

something's turning in the room

Symptoms climbing, two, then four,

then four again

EWS ticks to one,

one, one

— a small red bloom

Weight down to fifty-one from fifty-eight Systolic dropping,

one-ten, one-oh-eight

Nobody's shouting, but the chart's awake

First of September,

weight at fifty point five

Twenty-first, systolic back at one-sixteen

Pulse at eighty-four, EWS back down to zero

The line comes back down to where it's been No oxygen,

no crisis, just a body finding ground

Two-twenty days, and still no discharge in sight Just the quiet after,

holding through the night

Breathe in Breathe out

Ninety-six percent, that's the only sat they caught

Breathe in,

breathe out

Spencer Batwick, ward one,

still holding on

Two-twenty days, the numbers carry on

Two-twenty days...

Still counting...

Still breathing...