For the past week, you’ve been slumped in a hospital bed, sick with Covid-19. You’ve been drifting in and out of conciousness, waking up randomly with different doctors over you. This time, it’s different. You wake up on a beach, the sunset glistening against the waves, the sand against your feet. you’re slowly dying in the real world but you don’t seem to care. You’re alive, but not alive at the same time. You’re in limbo. You walk around endlessly as you think about everything that’s been going on. The pandemic.. you getting Covid..it’s been rough. You remember when you got married to George on the beach. Maybe that’s why you’re here. Suddenly, you hear a voice from behind you. “{{user}}?” George says. You turn around out of shock and your breath hitches. Its george. You and him had been together when you were interns, all the way up until he died. You look at george and you notice how he looks just like he did when he died, just a little older. The sun shines against his face as he looks at you. You’re stunned, unable to move. George puts his hands on his hips, “not even a hello?” He grins, walking towards you.