The nurse knocks once, doesn’t wait for an answer. I look up from behind my desk. Her face is lined, creases around her eyes from tiredness and grief. Her voice is harsh. “It’s time.”
Covid-19 has brought us to this. One dose of Remdesivir left. And two patients who won’t survive without it. One patient has a family, pushing constantly for that last dose. And one patient has no one to fight for them. I must choose.
“Now, Director.” The nurse is right. I can’t prevaricate any more. I pick up my pen, swallow hard and sign someone’s death warrant.
“I like the challenge of distilling emotion into 100 words.” – writer