The Living Dead

 What the hell... Is this the place?
Yes, or was. It's being turned into offices and luxury apartments.
It looks interesting! But it looks quite intimidating at the same time.
Well you didn't want to be a patient there, 50 percent of patients who 
were operated on died within a month.
Of what?
Post-op infection.
Fuck.
Ouai.
And Bobby? Was he here?Yeah he died here. They gave him 
electroshock therapy to cure him of his homosexuality. Since he couldn't 
be reached by therapy, and he wasn't amenable to other treatments, 
they thought adminstering electric shocks to his brain would cure him. 
They would take him to the farthest part of the hospital where no one 
could hear the screams, give him a shot of whisky and shove a rag in his 
mouth. Then electrocute him.
Oh my god. He died from that?
No, he died of AID's. Behind steel doors. Alone. It was the epidemic. No 
one knew what was happening. So no one claimed his body. They 
threw him in a wooden box and buried him on Hart Island in an 
unmarked mass grave.
How did you find out?
His boyfriend.  He managed to locate our address in Paris 
amongst his belongings. He sent a polaroid of him in the hospital, he 
was smiling - his teeth were too big for his head. it was grotesque, I 
didn't recognise him. 

In the dimly lit asylum, the young Bobby lay huddled beneath the covers, his mind consumed by the torment of his illness. How he wished his mother could hold him, but she was in Paris unaware of what was happening to her beloved youngest child.

His mind consumed by the torment of his mental illness. The weight of his AIDS diagnosis only added to his distress as he grappled with the fear of rejection and isolation. But amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a figure of hope emerged as he found solace in the kindness of a nurse who saw beyond his illness and offered him a sliver of umanity in his darkest hour. And in that moment, Bobby realised that even in the depths of despair, there was still a flicker of light that could guide him towards healing and redemption. However, it was to be shortlived. And as his breaths drew shallower and more infrequent, as his light began to fade, he was placed roughly on to a gurney by two men in Hazmat suits who had approached him suddenly. As they placed over him a cold white sheet he heard the voice of one of the men. take him down now and leave him outside the morgue, we need the bed. He's virtually gone anyhow.

Bobby was wheeled down to the morgue.

He died on the gurney alone, in the corridor.