Laughing Gas.

For Depression.

A Night of Nitrous

It was the dead of night on the obstetrics ward, that strange liminal time between midnight and dawn when the rest of the hospital felt like a graveyard—but we were still awake, jittery, and riding the high-stakes wave of births and bleeps.

The mothers were mostly resting, the monitors were quietly ticking, and the air had that odd mixt…