Only for the duration, of course, for the foreseeable future, as the posters said.
So much changed during the 1918 pandemic. Rules were bent, protocols changed. A young woman spent her life in the 'care' of nuns who valued her so little that they sent her to volunteer in a hospital during the 1918 flu; at other times, she probably wouldn't have been allowed in. She wasn't familiar with happiness but she did find it just before she died, days after she came to the hospital, having likely caught the flu there... despite all that was done to her in life, she fairly sparkled on the page. Hers the most compelling story in this short, brutal novel set in a makeshift maternity ward, and full of gems.