My grandpa had developed the habit of falling out of his bed. The first time I was afraid that he was gonna die on the spot as I'd heard it, but it eventually became such a "regular" occurrence that I didn't think of immediate death anymore. This particular day, he'd fallen twice. They brought him to a nearby hospital to get a check-up. I was worried sick that this time something was actually wrong, or that he might've broken a bone or something. Turns out he was fine! No broken bones or anything. Just one teeny tiny minor issue...

When he was brought to the hospital, he was accidentally placed in the area with people who were brought there with covid. I hadn't been able to see him in months because of the restrictions, and even when I did go the months prior it was always with far distance, masks and in short bursts. I did everything I had been told to do to "keep him safe", "ease up the workload in the hospitals" and all those government campaigns and all that, only for him to die because of this (seeming) serious neglect from medical professionals.