She took us up a flight of stairs, and we entered a room that I presumed was the intensive care unit.
“So all these people here are in a coma?” I asked Katy.
“Yes, but none are medically induced; they all just fell into it,” Katy told me. We continued down the hall until she slid open a door. Inside, a little girl who looked no older than six or seven years old lay in bed, hooked to various machines.
“Is this Brie?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s her. The poor girl is all alone; her parents got the illness, and they didn’t make it-they’re dead,” Katy explained.
My heart broke for her, because when she wakes up, she’ll wake up an orphan. I looked at her stats on the machines and then began examining her, checking her pupilary responses.
“How long has she been in a coma?” I asked Katy.
“For about three months,” Katy answered.
“And her stats have stayed the same? There hasn’t been any improvement?” I asked.
“No improvement at all,” Katy confirmed.
“Ok, I’d like to go see the other kids and adults who are awake. Also, when my lab assistant gets here, I’m going to need you to assist him. He’s going to take some blood and other samples from Brie and some of the others,” I explained.
“Of course, Doctor Lena. I’m happy to help,” she replied.
I smile at her and nod as she leads us to the general space where the kids are. When we enter the room, my heart breaks seeing the state they’re in. They’re all either crying, groaning in pain, or just silent, but the pain is evident in their eyes. The parents, too, look tired and sad as they watch their children suffer.
I can only imagine their pain-if any of my kids were here, and I couldn’t do anything to help them, I would feel the same way.
“There are a lot of kids down here,” I say mostly to myself.
“Yes, there are. There are more kids than adults,” Leo tells me.
“But now that all the sick are in one place, has anybody else gotten sick?” I ask.
“Not as much as before. We haven’t had a new case in like two weeks now,” Katy tells me.
“I need to figure out what this is and how it spreads because it’s not like any sickness I’ve ever seen before,” I tell them.
I move around the room, examining the kids. They’re all displaying the same symptoms. When I’m done, I don’t have the energy or strength to even look at the adults. I tell Katy that I’ll come back the next day.
“So, what do you think?” Leo asks me as we leave the building.
“This is going to be really hard, but I can do it. I can find a cure. These kids don’t deserve to suffer like this,” I tell him.
“Yeah, they don’t. Thank you so much for your help, Lena. Every other doctor just took one look at them and gave up. They said there was no cure,” he says.
“That’s because there isn’t,” I tell him.
“I don’t understand, but you said you could help,” he says.
“That’s right, I can. I mean, whatever this sickness is, it’s new, so there isn’t a cure for it yet, but I’m going to find one,” I say with a smile.
“You look excited,” he comments.
“I can’t help it; I know it’s a very unfortunate situation, but diseases like this are why I got into this line of work. I see the problem, no matter how difficult, and I fix it,” I explain to him. Then I realize I’ve opened up too much, so I immediately wipe the smile from my face, turn around, and start walking to my clinic.
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“Thank you for showing me around today, but you can go now. I’m sure you have pack business to attend to,” I tell him.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there isn’t really a pack,” he replies.
“I apologize, wrong choice of words,” I say, and I truly mean it.
“It’s fine. There really isn’t any pack business to attend to. Anyone who isn’t sick is hiding out in their house, and I don’t blame them. They don’t want to get sick. I’ve spent my days looking for help, for a doctor that could assist us, and now I’ve finally found you,” he tells me.
“Yeah, guess you did,” I respond, and then we continue our walk down to the lab in silence. It’s strained silence, and you can feel the tension in the air.
“Lena…” Leo trails off, and I turn around to face him.
“Leo?”
“If you’re going to be here for the foreseeable future, then there’s something I need to do, something I need to tell you,” he says, and I know exactly what he’s referring to.
“There’s no need for any of that,” I reply.
“No, there is. The way I treated you, it wasn’t right,” he tells me.
“Yes, you’re right, it wasn’t right; it was downright cruel. But I don’t need your apology because, at this moment, I don’t believe it will be sincere. If you were truly sorry, you would’ve found a way to reach out to me years ago, but you didn’t. You did what you wanted, you chose Scarlett, and you didn’t care that I was hurt in the process. Am I wrong, Leo?”
-Twenty-Five Years Earlier-
There are two families, one poor and the other rich.
The first family, the Averys, are farmers, but they are also shifters. The wife is pregnant, and her due date is near.
The second family, the Windsors, are wealthy, influential, and also shifters. Their wife is also pregnant.
It’s morning, and the farmer is out in the field, while his wife is at home. She is currently on bed rest because she’s so close to her due date.
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