See, see.

250 of the 300 beds in the San Pietro Polyclinic are occupied by Corona virus patients, but there's no room for others with the disease who also need treatment.

Sylvia Van Ali leads a team of three on the I C U day shift.

They were told to expect older patients, but most of those they're treating are under 65.

Gave it up.

You the junior nurse who's only just started work at the I.

C.

U is buoyed by hope.

Is he still here?

You see a door?

A bonus pay ransom for me.

A three obstacles, Balto.

Every day he seemed okay.

Don't was angle Shan.

At 69 Dr Bruno Gallico had retired, but he came back to help.

I sort of after what we've been thinking, Sylvia takes a call from a woman who wants to ask you to believe Rachel about her mother.

No, All right.

Yet I'm thinking, Yeah, unable to comfort the woman.

Also you can do is listen and give her the only advice she can looking.

No possible junkie.

Probably bothering most.

A family mourns fashion Ambulance staff said there was no room for 75 year old kerosene.

A Greg is at the hospital already.

She died at home untested, but would the telltale symptoms that no funeral home workers air overwhelmed?

Each body has to be put in a zinc lined coffin to prevent contamination on, then running out of burial space.

So soldiers have Bean tasked with taking bodies for cremation.

Elsewhere.

Back at the hospital, the nurses glean hope from every patient.

They're able to say, Wow, a few.

Maybe sometimes the gratitude of the families is too much to bear.

General Diaz, get outside, Jake, start spending Fidelia.