On the side lines are the sneerers, the snickerers, the low-down slitherers, the extra sour. Practically cheering on the calamity, the death, the vindication. As if 'I told you so" applies. As if their scientifically charged brains justify some sanctimonious standing. The moron crowd.
The death is excruciating, suffocation and gasps, breathing machines, beeps and bangs. Scurrying everywhere, recoveries and care. Fought and fought and fought. Broke another fever, breaking through, fight. Stick with it.
On the inside, we are inside, together and alone. It has come to this, no work around, no other way through. A temporary sacrifice of freedom and liberty, self imposed and righteous. A decision that's made. Freely.