Zegerman took the elevator up to his hospital room.

NEWYORKER: The Valetudinarian

He held on as long as he could, only to die in a stuck elevator, lodged between two floors of a hospital.

FORBES: Magazine Article

People saw them for what they were, a hundred and two faeries and a dead boy proceeding down the hall with harps and flutes, crowded in the service elevator with fiddles and lutes, marching out of the hospital with drums.

NEWYORKER: A Tiny Feast

Supporting his bulk all the way to the elevator, she planned to get him downstairs and drive him to the hospital in her Mazda.

NEWYORKER: The Valetudinarian