Dying alone in the ICU

As I was peeling off the personal protective equipment in the emergency practice, I was on my way to pick up my things and leave to go home. Just at that moment, Ingrid came rushing down the stairs. I have worked with her in intensive care for 20 years, where she is one of the most respected and experienced nurses.

“This is a horrible situation,” said Ingrid. “You have to help me here.”

“What is it?” I asked.

She thrust her cell phone toward me. “Look,” she said. “This is my friend Lucia. She is a marvelous musician from Portugal, a…