I look back now on those first months of his life , all those days that I watched him struggle to do nothing more than breathe . I do n't know that I have ever known a fear as great as what I experienced during that time , but , it was more then just fear , it was the helplessness . I ' m a doctor , I ' m supposed to save lives , and all I could do was stand there and pray that those into whose hands I had entrusted his care , could keep him alive . I remember standing there in the NICU , listening to the sound of the vents , and all of the other noises in that small room that come together to create a symphony of life and hope .

Generate a question about the above context.
Where was the narrator when they watched someone struggling ?
Options are:
(i) As a doctor attempting to help an asthmatic patient ..
(ii) None of the above choices ..
(iii) In a small break room at work with a co - worker a few weeks back ..
(iv) They were in the hospital nursery watching doctors care for their baby ..