The winter surge of COVID-19 circumstances had — lastly — begun to gradual. Intensive care items throughout California have been starting to get better from unprecedented ranges of illness and dying. Hospital morgues have been not fairly so full.

And but.

Dr. Courtney Martin lay in mattress in her Redlands residence, eyes vast open. The children have been safely tucked in down the corridor. Her husband, Scott, snoozed quietly beside her. However sleep was a good distance off for the 39-year-old obstetrician.

She reached for her iPhone within the darkness. Opened the notes app to an empty display screen. And started to jot down.

I need to write about Karl. It is a lengthy essay, however it’s as a result of I really like to jot down. Maybe it’s my remedy, and maybe it’s as a result of Karl deserves to be seen. Each hospital has a Karl.

Martin is the pinnacle of maternity providers at Loma Linda College Medical Middle, an completed doctor and surgeon, a dynamic presence, 6 ft 1 inch tall, vivid blond hair, prepared smile.

Karl is an all-but-invisible man. He works within the huge medical middle’s dispatch division, wheeling sufferers from hospital rooms to radiology for MRIs and CT scans. He delivers specimens to labs, strikes provides and drugs, transports blood and plasma.

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He has held the identical job for the previous 16 years. He’s tall and skinny, with curly reddish hair and a sprinkling of freckles throughout his nostril. He wears teal scrubs, the dispatch division uniform. He’s 45 years previous. He doesn’t like consideration.

Martin, nonetheless, needs the world to know who Karl is and what he does. She calls him “this healthcare hero.”

Because of the pandemic, Karl turned the one who moved the lifeless our bodies from the rooms, then took them to the morgue. Perhaps this was a job earlier than the pandemic I’m undecided. And, on the floor, this doesn’t appear that dangerous. However in a pandemic, Karl turned the physique collector.


The medical middle the place Karl spends his days has an grownup hospital with 343 beds and a youngsters’s hospital with 371. Greater than 3,500 infants are born there every year. It’s the Inland Empire’s solely Degree I trauma middle.

Underneath regular circumstances, the grownup hospital’s seventh flooring is residence to the cardiac intensive care unit, the place the sickest coronary heart sufferers are handled. The morgue is an elevator journey away. Hospital officers won’t say what flooring it’s on for “safety causes.”

Throughout the winter surge, the cardiac ICU was remodeled right into a COVID ICU to deal with the brand new crush of catastrophically ailing women and men. The morgue simply wasn’t sufficiently big to carry all of the pandemic lifeless, so the hospital introduced in refrigerated vans and parked them a couple of mile away on the sprawling college campus.

Karl has labored on the medical middle since he was 29 years previous. Earlier than that, he had a manufacturing facility job in Tucson. Nowadays he lives in San Bernardino, describing himself in a single sentence: “I’m only a common man who loves life, I really like folks.”

Karl is a Christian, a deeply personal man of only a few phrases. He doesn’t need his final named used or his {photograph} taken. He was keen to reply questions on himself, his work and the pandemic’s impression — however solely by way of electronic mail.

Q: Earlier than the pandemic, what was a traditional work day like for you?

A: “Much like now nonetheless with many much less deceased sufferers.”

Q: How did the pandemic change your job?

A: “Many, many extra deaths, many extra damaged hearts, tears and ache.”

Q: How did the pandemic have an effect on you?

A: “Saddened seeing a lot unhappiness because of deaths of family members.”

Q: What offers you satisfaction about your work?

A: “I simply love being a helper and to serve others wherever I’m.”

Q: How did you handle personally with the tough adjustments the pandemic brought about?

A: “By being respectful and understanding with sufferers, with hospital employees and with households whether or not visiting family members or seeing them cross. Additionally aware of everybody whether or not in ache or gladness, i.e., rejoice with those that are glad and determine with these in ache.”


The coronavirus modified Martin’s job too, in methods she by no means may have imagined.

Throughout the summer season surge of 2020, she delivered the hospital’s first two infants whose moms had superior COVID-19. The ladies gave start whereas in medically induced comas, hooked as much as ventilators, contact and go.

They lived, and so did their untimely daughters, Emiliana and Jade.

Martin stated she loves working with pregnant girls, bringing new life into the world. However in the course of the pandemic’s winter surge, when the state’s healthcare system was strained to close breaking, she additionally started to assist take care of Loma Linda’s sickest COVID sufferers frequently.

She doesn’t bear in mind precisely what number of COVID sufferers she handled who didn’t survive these darkish winter weeks. She would see them throughout morning rounds, and never lengthy after, “they’d die. Or we’d withdraw care. Most likely like 10 a minimum of. It was so much. It was horrible.”

That’s when her path crossed repeatedly with Karl’s — when the hospital was in such dire straits that obstetricians have been treating males and physique collectors have been a daily presence within the intensive care unit.

Each time I noticed Karl, he had a lightness to him, at all times with a smile, smooth eyes with small wrinkles and crow’s ft, and an unassuming strategy. He had a means of seamlessly sliding on and off the unit along with his morgue transport operation, whereas everybody else was hustling round …

The telephones have been ringing, pagers going off, doorways opening and shutting, IV pumps beeping, ventilators oscillating, after which there was Karl, with a respectful smile, simply quietly and effectively shifting our bodies onto a steel gurney, after which overlaying them with a black tarp.


On one of many worst days of the winter surge—when hundreds of Californians have been coming down with the coronavirus and lots of have been dying every day — 4 sufferers on Loma Linda’s COVID intensive care unit died at about the identical time.

Karl rolled a steel gurney onto the seventh flooring to move one of many our bodies to the morgue. It was round noon, and the round hallway that surrounds the nursing station was stuffed with folks speaking.

He couldn’t get by the gang of medical doctors and nurses, respiratory techs and medical college students. Man and gurney have been pinned, Martin wrote, by gear, partitions and the medical staff.

So he waited. Then he carried out what Martin referred to as “a miraculous maneuver,” sliding the cumbersome steel gurney into the lifeless affected person’s room.

Martin had come over to the seventh flooring from the maternity ward within the youngsters’s hospital to verify on two of her personal struggling sufferers.

As she watched from afar, she realized that nobody had seemed up. Or stated hiya to Karl. Or moved to let him get on along with his somber job. It was an “eerie” scene, she wrote, and gave her “a way of loneliness for Karl and the others who transport the lifeless.”

Did they actually not see him, or was it that it was too painful to maintain acknowledging and saying hello to an indication that we didn’t save one more father, mom, grandpa, grandma, or buddy?

In that few hours, I’m fairly certain Karl collected all of the lifeless and took them every to the morgue, which at this level was on refrigerated semi-trucks. I can’t think about how he stacked them into the truck, or transferred them off the steel mattress.

That day was stuffed with plenty of grief by the unit employees, nurses, residents, medical doctors — however what about dispatch? What about Karl?

(Sally Deng / For The Instances)


Martin doesn’t bear in mind precisely what saved her from sleeping on the February evening when she lay in the dead of night and wrote about Karl.

Perhaps, she stated, she’d lastly seen a lot dying and struggling that she may not compartmentalize the ache.

Perhaps, she stated, she was nonetheless livid about former President Trump’s marketing campaign path lies that caromed round social media, just like the one from an October rally in Michigan. “Our medical doctors get more cash if anyone dies from COVID,” he stated on the time. “You recognize that, proper?”

Or perhaps she was haunted by the winter evening she stood, frozen, exterior a hospital room on the seventh flooring COVID ICU questioning if she may presumably save the folks inside.

The 4 folks.

Two girls and the untimely infants they carried. Each girls have been on ventilators. Each have been failing quick on the identical time. Each infants have been struggling.

“I’ll at all times bear in mind being there exterior the door simply listening to the fetal heartbeats on all of the displays.” She knocks on the desk, sharp quick raps. “And simply having this, like, paralyzing second of like, ‘Oh, my God, I’m feeling the stress.’”

She delivered one child by emergency caesarean part. The mom, ultimately, recovered from the virus. The opposite lady went residence, on the mend, pregnant and planning to have her child at her native hospital in Corona.

These, she stated, “are the issues that maintain me up.”


A few week earlier than that sleepless evening, Martin bumped into Karl on the labor and supply unit. It was quiet, and he was taking a affected person to have an ultrasound.

She requested him how he was doing, now that the pandemic was beginning to abate. She needed to understand how he had managed the tough winter weeks, realizing that he would come to work and spend most of his time transporting the lifeless.

She needed to thank him.

When he answered her questions, she wrote, “I virtually misplaced it.”

He stated he was saved going throughout all of it as a result of he felt like, when all of the mud settled, the displays have been turned off, the household left, the sheet pulled over the face of a former life, that somebody wanted to verify they nonetheless acquired care.

Somebody wanted to verify they have been placed on the steel gurney properly, arms positioned comfortably, ft and legs lined.

Somebody wanted to take them right down to the morgue with dignity and care. Somebody wanted to escort them, go together with them.

Somebody wanted to be their guardian.

No, not somebody.


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