We feel suffocated under those masks, which we wear throughout the entire shift, without breaks. Without drinking so as not to have to go to the bathroom. But we hang in there. We made a promise to many patients before putting them to sleep to intubate them: that we would heal them, that we would take care of them, that we would wake them up and that we would make them go home to their families. Because many of them are fathers, grandfathers, husbands. Those frightened eyes stay in your mind and are the driving force that makes us fight at every turn. We will never stop.