That AB Nurse

It’s me, the respiratory therapist and the bedside nurse gowning up together. Only 3 of us will do this to reduce the risk of exposure. Despite the layers of protective clothing between us she can see the concern in my eyes, and I see the fear in hers.

“It’s time, you can’t keep this up for much longer.” Tears, “The tube?” I nod. You will be asleep, you won’t feel a thing.” “Promise?” The effort of speaking is making her sats drop. “I swear.” “Am I going to be ok?” “We are going to give you the best care.”

She catches me in a pause. Now her tears come in hot streams. She clasps her phone in her hand and lifts it up. “Yes, you should call your son and husband.” “Just in case?” More tears now, but now we are both crying.