Idle - Stories from an ICU waiting room #AtoZChallenge



This is not about one person particularly. This is about everyone there.

 Idle. Waiting. Busy doing nothing.
This was a recurring subject of conversation there. I am writing this in the midst of coronavirus lockdown. Can I compare the two experiences? This certainly involves everyone, whereas that obviously was focused to the ones there. Sitting there, you knew that life outside is going on as usual.

 You, who usually didn't have time to even breathe, have all the time in the world now.



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