I think he's getting ready to die

One of the doctors said at some point he may stop eating because his brain is no longer telling him he's hungry. He hasn't eaten in 2 days. I'm so sad.

1:30am

I wish I could film this, it's so beautiful like a ballet of hands.
The room is silent. One arm reaches out over the bedrail. In slow motion. He waggles his fingers as if he's gathering up slow flying fireflies and when his hand is full he slowly and gracefully transfers them to his other hand. Then he reaches out again to gather some more. He's not frightened and I wish I knew what he was seeing.
Earlier in the day he commented that the "tenant" who lived here before him must have fancied himself a writer because he's written all over the walls. I ask him what it says but he can't quite make it out. He doesn't understand why I can't see the writing and thinks that maybe if I take a picture of the wall I'll be able to see the writing.
Later he sees ants crawling all over the same wall.
The doctor tells me in the morning that the hallucinations are caused by the steroids he's been given to keep his brain from swelling.

12:30am

The room is quiet and dark. He looks around, sure that we're both sleeping but I'm still awake, watching. He manages to get both feet over the side of the bed, grips the rails and tries to get up to a sitting position. He wants to escape, sure that he's been kidnapped, held against his will. I know he can't raise himself so I just lie there and watch. He struggles to sit up for a moment then falls back to the bed exhausted. Looks around to make sure his captors are still asleep. He tries again after a bit and fails again. This goes on over and over for about an hour till he's too tired to try anymore.

3am

I'm awake and he's finally sleeping, fitfully. I go downstairs for a cigarette and sit on the steps of the main 5th Ave entrance. Another man is also sitting on the steps smoking. It's very quiet, no traffic at this hour. 2 women come out, sit on the steps and light up. No one speaks, each of us tangled in our thoughts.