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As the Los Angeles Dodgers poured out of the dugout and bullpen in the wake of Julio Urias’ final called strike against the Tampa Bay Rays, granting them their first World Series win since 1988, nothing seemed out of place. That is, until cameras focused in on an unkempt, crimson beard celebrating amongst the throngs of players, coaches, and executives. It belonged to Dodgers third baseman Justin Turner, who had been mysteriously absent for the last few innings of the game.

Turner was ordered to exit the game in the 7th when his COVID-19 test came back positive. He complied and isolated himself in a nearby doctor’s office until the Dodgers claimed victory, when he raced back out onto the field and could be seen hugging his teammates and clutching the World Series trophy. At one point, the organization gathered together for a group photo, and Turner removed his mask not six inches away from the nearest Dodger. …


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On the morning of March 25, I woke up with a vague discomfort in my chest. It was nothing more than a small ache when I breathed and the feeling that my lungs weren’t quite filling to capacity. If I hadn’t already been on high alert due to the mounting panic over the recent news cycles, I probably wouldn’t have noticed anything at all. Even so, I knew instantly, without the slightest hint of doubt, that COVID-19 was beginning to take root in my system.

For the first two days after my initial symptoms, I didn’t have much trouble going about my daily tasks. By the third day, my chest stung uncomfortably with every breath, and the thought of moving my body in any strenuous way inspired waves of fatigue. My brother and his roommates, with whom I was temporarily living upon recently returning to the country, had also begun to show a variety of symptoms ranging from cough to fever to loss of smell. On the fourth day, my own fever hit for the first time, just barely surpassing 100 degrees. The four of us ordered a few weeks’ worth of groceries and prepared to hunker down. However, I was still uncharacteristically calm, and not because of the erroneous, widely-spread reports that the virus only posed danger to the elderly and immunocompromised. Rather, I had unknowingly been preparing my body for a deadly virus for as long as I could remember. …

Lily Seibert

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