Doc had learned on the road it was something not to ask about beyond a simple, "Anyone else?" when it came to family for most people. Seven billion people were alive before the Pulse struck. How many were left, he couldn't say, but there were very few people who had their whole family together. Though the ways of losing family could be different, everyone knew the why and when.
"Mmm. They are... if someone is that far gone, the only thing I can do now is to make their passing easier. The most fancy instrument that could still work is an old style autoclave. And my damned Kingdom for an autoclave." He found himself washing more than treating the sick in the last three years. "God, it was a nightmare. I was -- and I suppose still am -- a general practitioner, and I closed my office on the 22nd to help in the Hospital. It wasn't too far from our house and I knew they needed more hands for the influx of people. They had to... write off quite a few of the patients on life support or needed oxygen."