Just a Statistic

By: Eleina Asaad

Rounds? Done.
Charting? Done.
Pre-op? Done.
I look left and right,
Something is wrong,
It’s all unfair.
I need to get out of these scrubs.
Mrs. Davis, the sweetest lady I know, is affected.
Why her? It just isn’t just right.
The coughing, the sickness,
This Pandemic doesn't make sense.

All these young people,

Breaking rules, not following measures,
They don't seem to care.
They don’t feel the pain of losing a brother, a best friend.
Even if they catch the virus, it doesn’t really hurt them
But to others, it does.

This doesn’t feel real.

As a doctor,
I have to watch people lose their families every day,
But this is different.
This is not normal.
These people are alone.
Nobody to care for them,
Nobody to hold their hands.
Instead,
they have to be isolated in a little room,
By themselves,
with their dying thoughts.
Until they become a Statistic,
Just a Statistic.