“The chance of survival was very low for him,” says Kallon, who’s in her 30s. She sits at a picnic table outside the Ebola ward, her hair pulled back with a hairband and her blue nursing scrubs tinged with sweat around the neck.
She spent much of the next week caring for the family, along with dozens of other patients in the makeshift Ebola ward — a large white tent near a sloping hill outside the hospital. Each time she entered the unit, she would find Ibrahim in a different place.
“I [mostly found] him lying on the beds of other patients,” she said. She wasn’t sure if he was lonely or confused, but she had trouble keeping him in his own bed. “So every time, I had to take him, give him a bath and dress him up and put him back [on his own mattress],” she said.
