Two days ago, the ambulance bumped along the road. Outside the windows, it was dark. Inside, I sat on the bench seat near the frail lady on the stretcher.
Besides my usual gloves, I also wore an N-95 mask and gown. The lady had COVID-19.
We were taking her from the hospital to hospice where she would spend her last days in isolation, with only minimal contact with anyone because of the disease.
Hi, I'm Rachel. I write adventure stories, but I can't let my characters have all the adventures.