I wake up in a cold sweat. It’s 4 a.m.
“Are you awake?”
The text goes to one of my colleagues and best friends. I call him brother. He responds as calmly and kindly as he always does.
“Sure, what’s wrong?”
I don’t know where to begin. I feel stuck in a nightmare surrounded by drips filled with jet fuel, antibiotics, and sedatives. I see the face of my most recent COVID-19 patient, fighting …