There were some vague stories that the hospital was like a bunker for most of a week, no communications, looters struggling to get in, and supplies had run out after the recipients were prioritized according to who was most likely to live. It sounded like hell, and I’m very hesitant to judge people in that environment.
I remember the stories. There is a perfect judge, who knows what happened, and who made it happen. Let Him deal with it.
Being stuck in a hospital is bad enough with lights and air conditioning, refrigeration for drinks and food, and clean water. A simple appendicitis case might decide it’s not worth living without those. I know that the tonsillectomy I had a few years ago had me almost ready to beg for mercy, myself. The hour between when the first pill stopped working, and the second started to work, were hell on earth. I don’t know what I’d have done if I didn’t know that I WOULD get my next pill on time.