Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Carrio breezed into Dr. Andres's office, where the younger man had just settled in after giving the orders he thought necessary.“And what do you think you're doing, young man?”“I'm sorry sir,” Dr. Andres rose up to accord the man the respect he desired, not so much as deserved. “You should understand that this is a virus which spreads fast, and something has to be done.”“Now that you have them in one ward, what is your next step?”This was the part the younger medical practitioner hadn't thought of, but he managed to make something up on the spot. “We quarantine them.” “And?”“Figure out a way to combat the disease. Find a cure. Watch the symptoms. Anything that gets those three men in there back to their normal lives.”Dr. Andres liked his answers. They made a lot of sense to him as he said them.“And you want to do it here?”“What would you rather have us do, Doctor.”“Euthanize them.” Dr. Carrio answered, his voice cold and unfeeling as he said the wo
Ioso's governor, Higuain Juan, was a ruthless man.It was right for Dr. Luis to follow him with fear in his heart as a small group of men marched into the Santa Maria Hospital with the governor in the lead, and himself closely behind.“I see that Jose communicated my message to you properly.” The governor said, his voice low as the doctors and nurses gathered to meet them, all bowing their heads in reverence.Dr. Luis was also in a similar pose to theirs when he spoke. “He did.” “Good. Are the speeches ready?”He raised his briefcase to show the governor, who nodded in satisfaction, affording the doctor a moment to breathe. Inside that briefcase were the sheets of paper keeping him alive, and the only reason he was alive was because he was to be used as a smokescreen. If he refused to do this, thugs would have been sent after him, with the result being his disappearance for a few days and a lucky, quiet resurgence with less weight and more injuries than before, or more unfortunately
With members of the press sitting down on seats that filled the room while holding several cameras and microphones, Dr. Luis Rizzi felt his chest constrict. There were only three people left of the seven he had been with earlier, and these were sitting behind him. Painfully, he looked at their faces, noting how the governor's and Jose Mateo's faces were not among them. One of them shot him a stern look he felt the glare of despite the sunglasses covering his eyes, and before he could turn away, the man pulled up the side of his suit. There was no mistaking the black outline of that gun as it pressed against the white undershirt, waiting for him to do something stupid.He turned back, pulled out a white handkerchief and mopped his face before mounting the podium with the papers in his hand, everything directed at him from the microphones to the eyes of the waiting journalists. Then, he put on his reading glasses and started to speak.The greetings and genuine wishes to the people of I
Dr. Elizabeth Holster, the World Commissioner for Health, was a woman who had been living in terror for the past two months. Every day, she replayed videos from Middlestown and Heavenlin, convincing herself that all of it wasn't real, and even if it was, it wasn't a health issue, and her sector had nothing to do with it. It had to do with security.At first, it was a Middlestown problem, and she only felt pity for the inhabitants of that poor town, praying never to suffer such fate. Beyond the protests that resulted, both on various streets and on social media platforms, a few public prayers by religious leaders, calls by big celebrities and the locking of the borders by the neighbouring towns that caused its own controversy, no one seemed to care too much. Then, it crushed Heavenlin, and drew more attention.It was at that point that the calls began to come in, asking her to do something to solve a problem whose solution she had no clue of. She had even long disposed of her phone, t
“They were going to die, anyway,” Julian Hernandez muttered to himself as he walked along the streets of Ioso. People were all over, speaking animatedly to each other without taking notice of the rough looking man in dirty clothes.He had been with them until their smell became unbearable for him. The smell of rot and death and the absence of life that brought worms. And the reactions of the governor and his retinue that came to see them reinforced the thought in his mind. He was not like them. His leg was the only affected thing. The rest had bites from head to toe.Again, he went into an alley and hid, pulling up the oversized trouser that covered where his bandage had been, but had since been lost. The grey was there, glaring back at him, and smelling. It had spread far beyond where the frog had bitten, the colour almost the length of his hand. He had no inclination in his heart to want to touch it, but he felt the need to, and felt no pain when he did. All that happened was that
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
If any of the security men were flabbergasted to see the World Commissioner for Health who was supposed to be happier and with a pay package high above theirs crying over a fall, they did nothing to show it.She was lifted to her feet and then led to her office, where she sank into her seat, weary. Her body was weak, and she was in no mood to lift a muscle. Somehow, she wanted to die and leave everything behind.The handle of her door turned, and in crept Gloria, a worried look on her face as she drew even closer. “What did you do?”“Nothing.” Dr. Elizabeth answered, her eyes simply gazing into space.“That wasn't the speech I gave you. You just said something different from a certain part.” “I know,” the doctor cried, frustrated. She had not even said anything different, or even done anything at all. Something stood in her place and with her image and had said the rest of it.Gloria was unrelenting, and she moved even closer, reaching to hold her lover's hand with a gentle touch as
Julian Hernandez's main concern was how to rid himself of the disease that threatened to turn him into a mindless corpse.Largely, no one took notice of him, and those who did stared at him for a long time. He could almost read their minds and hear the questions being thrown because of him — Who was he?Why did he look so haggard?Was he crazy?Of course, he was crazy enough, losing his mind over how best to rid himself of the virus and unable to get the fact that he was walking around with a leg that rotted even more with each breath he took.For most of the afternoon, he moved about endlessly and in terror, afraid that the police would be looking for him after his killing spree at the hospital, done out of necessity. There were protests in the streets of the city, and he kept away from places where people would see him, or even scarier, smell him.He continued like this, before going to rest under a bridge, tired. There, he pulled up the trouser and saw that the infection had gone