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My childhood friends fiancé is dead. I wasn’t close to this person but it’s his story that has me awake at 4 am sick to my stomach.

This man was my age. Early 40s. A truck driver, had a fiancé and a young son and a few adult children. Covid hit him hard. He spent the first week puking and shitting with fevers and coughing to the point he was delirious. His last post on fb was barely readable and he was asking when he should go in to the hospital. One of his family members commented begging him not to go in. He went anyhow.

His fiancé was also sick. She was admitted the same night he was. She spent four days in a regular room, and he was in ICU. The last time she seen him alive was as they separated to go to their rooms at the ER. Her final night, they called her room at 4 am, to tell her they put him on a vent at 11 pm the night before. He fought them. He was yelling and upset, begging to see her. He knew they were going to kill him. He knew it. He struggled with the idea of even going in, the last post saying something to the effect of “what good is a hospital? What are they even for anymore”. They never gave him that last chance to see the woman he spent 11 years with. He was vented a few days before their anniversary. He’s gone now.

He died at the only hospital in my town. Now I’ve got evidence my hospital is killing people too. He went in when he felt he had no choice left. All he wanted to do was live. I’m so upset.

I do not know if he was vaccinated. And I can’t bring myself to ask right now either. It’s just not the time for that. But the thought of him not being and getting that sick, scares the shit out me. Going in for it, scares me even more. I cried last night. Screw China, screw our governments, screw covid. I truly hate what is happening in this world.

Thanks for reading. My heart is so broken for this family. And for myself. Scared….