Solitary confinement

Donning PPE, my gloved hand on his shoulder, “Sir, you have coronavirus.” 　
He didn’t move. His foot handcuffed to bedrail.

His dad died last week from the virus. Didn’t see him. Didn’t make the funeral.

“Doc, my cellie kept coughing. No way to keep us 6 feet apart. No masks. No cleaning supplies.”

Solitary confinement.

Priti Dangayach
Faculty Member