William Ernest Henley was in the hospital a LOT. He had tuberculosis of the bone, which sounds pretty awful. Turning his lemons into lemonade, Henley decided to do the Victorian version of live blogging his hospital experience. "In Hospital" is exactly what it sounds like, which is to say, it's just Henley writing poetry about whatever random crap he saw lying around in the waiting room. I feel ya, Henley. I've drawn comics in hospital waiting rooms before. It's not the most exciting place in the world.