He kept whispering "Murphy"... However, none of us knew who that was. We weren't sure he'd get through the night. His oxygen levels had plummeted dangerously low, and the constant coughing was only worsening. Despite the nurses' instructions to maintain silence, the patient continued to whisper "Murphy… Murphy…" through split lips. At first, we assumed Murphy was a son. Perhaps an old military friend. I eventually moved in close and said softly, "Who's Murphy?" He fought to speak, but eventually