When the first patient came to the hospital,

it was like something out of movie.

Bloodshot eyes stared into seemingly nowhere and everywhere at once.

Slow breaths rasped from lips as blue as violets. Chapped and torn.

Purple dots ravaged their skin, radiating a chill through all who were near.

A rash like no other plagued the hands, at which grabbed at those who came close.

Almost claw like tears featured the patients throat. You could almost see right through.

Underneath the patients skin slithered a black web. It spread across their chest, tightening and loosening with each breath.

I’ve seen desasieses. But it was like nothing I’ve ever witnessed before. We had no cure. No vaccine. There was nothing I could do. I’ve only heard of it on the news. It started in China, then it began to spread.

I walked over to the counter in which I leaned. My head went spinning, the color draining from my face as I whispered.

“So this is COVID-19...”