“Please take care of my sister!"
"Hang on Margaret!"
"You can not stay here, this is a restricted area, we will take care of her."
Those were the last words I heard and my mind got blurry. And they brought me to a room and gave me an IV, oxygen and did some swab, while I lay almost lifeless grasping for air. It felt like it was my last day.
I came from work the other day and I rode a bus going home. The next day, I felt bad and I didn't go to work. After days of staying in my room, I can't breathe anymore. I asked my sister to bring me to the hospital. I still wore a mask even if I can't breathe to protect Lyra from getting the virus too.
In the hospital, I was given so many medicines through my IV. Dr. Stevens, a doctor for infectious disease, would visit me everyday, but I was only
