Thread: Epidemic ((Dampylle&Retro))

At first things had started out slowly. Earlier that week one or two people had come in with symptoms resembling anemia. After extensive testing it was shown that their blood iron levels were fine and there was no internal bleeding. Those people ended up dead a few days later and more people came in with the exact same symptoms. The emergency room was filled with several families that day and, nervously, the volunteer watched as more came in. Do you really think its an epidemic? she asked the receptionist as she scurried into the office. I've heard some of the other nurses call it that. There doesn't seem to be many people that have it. I mean there are only a few people in the waiting room that are actually sick. A middle aged woman with dark hair pulled back in a severe bun looked up from the desk. Although she had nothing to do with actually treating patients, she was still in a pair of ridiculous black scrubs with kittens plastered all over them. This was for sanitary reasons, according to the regulations, and all hospital employees and volunteers had to wear them except for the custodial staff, of course. Like everyone, the woman had a badge hanging from her neck by a rope with the hospital's name printed neatly around the loop in white. The dark eyes of the woman look fatigued. Maria, she said softly. You are worrying too much over this. Its likely just a mutated strain of the flu. But a few people have already died. The nurses and doctors are really nervous. Really, really nervous. The young woman replied. She caught her own reflection in the glass that surrounding the office. She was a pale girl with golden blond curls, which she kept pinned messily out of her face. Even in the reflection she could tell there were bags beneath her eyes. Volunteer work on top of college course work was difficult to balance and she turned away from her own looks in disgust. The head nurse is thinking about sending home the interns and volunteers until this all clears up. You shouldn't spread around such horrible rumors. You're going to frighten people senselessly. Maria chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe it was wrong of her to repeat what she heard but, still, the fact that trained medical personnel were saying it was something to her. I have to head out anyway. I need to get some research done for an article. The piece is due two days from now and I haven't even gotten word one written. The receptionist sighed and shook her head as Maria ran towards the door. It was about time she headed home anyway. Her classes started at nine in the morning the next day, too. From the pocket of her pink scrubs she pulled out the keys to her car. It wasn't much a white hatchback that was filled with fast food wrappers and books, but the vehicle served the purpose of carting her from one place to another. As she drove home her mind was not on the article that awaited her. It was a stupid exercise a flight of fantasy that she did not understand. Article writing was about cold, hard facts and information. She could not focus on anything with the epidemic in the back of her mind... In fact, she found herself driving down the back alleyways instead of going to her apartment. Her mind was uneasy. What she really wanted to write about was epidemics and how they spread. The illness was pressing heavily on her mind...