I have a very clear memory of my DD being wheeled away from PICU to the operating theatre and being completely unable to speak.
For the next several hours I rehearsed how to consent to organ donation in my head, because I was afraid she would die and that I would be so broken that I wouldn’t be able to say the words that would allow her death to help others.
This is the lived experience of parents who are in our children’s hospitals.
It’s not OK for staff to be (allegedly!) making porno flicks to order for £6 a pop on the premises when children are life threateningly ill.
(or even just a bit poorly, frankly)