You've been trained by the World Health Organization and Médecin Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) on how to wear the personal protective equipment (PPE). You are standing in the Ebola treatment ward in full regalia with her. She saw children dying in front of this hospital and wanted to come back to give the blankets, ice cream, candy, and toys to bring a shred of love or compassion to this nightmare. Around you people are dying in their own excrement, laying naked on vomit and chlorine-soaked foam pads. You reach over to give ice cream to a dying child lying alone on the hard tile floor, too weak to roll onto the mat next to him. He touches your rubber glove. You touch the camera. The camera is near your face. Outside you disinfect everything. The fumes from the chlorine make you dizzy. Taking off the final pieces of your PPE, you feel one drop of sweat run off your hair right into your eye. It burns but you can't touch it. Did it pick up Ebola somehow?