THE SPEECH AT LAST

The doctors now had newer things to talk about when they met again in Dr. Carrio's office.

Calls to the families had been made, and they were well on their way. It was going to be hard to say the truth of how they were murdered.

By now, Dr. Andres was coming to terms with the fact that Julian was indeed mad, as his senior colleague had so often proclaimed. With him lay their next problem. How to get him back to stop him from spreading the disease.

And the third problem, seemingly the least and more of a new discovery, was the blood Julian had spilled. It was hard to call it blood with how it looked. Rather, it was like reddish-brown syrup, thick and viscous.

There was a grave look on Dr. Carrio's face as he sat, looking at nothing in particular before him.

“I do not see any reason to hide the truth from them. I really don't see why we are meeting just to discuss this. We say what happened, they cry, and then go to bury their dead, It's that easy.”

Those were words that could only ha