by Joel Hans Mulyadi/Unsplash I expect pandemonium in the pediatric wing when the anesthesiologists stop showing up, but the doctors and nurses soon realize they don’t need anesthesiologists. After delivering lunch to the children, my cart empty but a bowlful of fish food, I stop by the tank where the oscar fish, Oscar, lives. No children need anesthesia anymore, I say to Oscar. Not here. Not anywhere. Oscar keeps bubbles as baubles beneath a thimble of stones. It’s so quiet,