The door in front of me was opened in no time
My mother's worried expression pained me like someone drowned my heart down my stomach.
"Dean! I'm very worried about Penny, she is feeling extremely sick and I don't know what to do about it." She said, stress lurking in her words.
My heart pounded so hard in my chest as if it was trying to escape my body.
"I'll call the ambulance, worry not, she will be okay." I tried calming her, acting like the hero of a situation I can't control as I dialed 911.
Hell, I felt like I was more afraid than she was.
—
"I suppose they must be coming soon," I added, playing with the telephone's string that hung loosely from the phone.
I glanced at my poor sister from afar, her eyes didn't sparkle like they used to, her hair was dull, her skin was paler than usual.
Her book laid limp across the other end of the couch she's laying on, covered in what seems to be
She looked sicker than I've ever seen her ever since she was infected with the flu.
Not too long after, a few doctors and nurses busted into the house with medical supplies.
I watched their procedures; things I see way too often for my sanity.
A doctor assembled an IV on my sister's hand's vein.
They fed her some type of liquid medicine that I couldn't seem to recognize— not that I could recognize my surroundings.
A nurse checked her heart rate while a doctor placed a nasal cannula, covering what's left of her sunken face.
I felt terribly guilty, I had to avoid my dearest sister for the sake of my own health.
It made me wonder if I was selfish. I felt too many emotions at once, my heart started aching and my chest has a sharp pain; for which I don't know if I'm having a heart attack or if my heart is solely beating quickly.
I watched my sister with my gray pitiful eyes, except her eyes didn't look back at mine, they presumably drugged her to sleep. It had not been too long since I had seen her smile, yet I desperately miss seeing her all pleased and joyful.
Oh, how she remained so happy despite the situation she is in— to an extent. A doctor spoke to my mother about something; I didn't listen, for I was too lost in thought.
I can hide my emotions when necessary, yet my tears came in such generous streams as I longed for my sister's health. It felt like I was losing another piece of me, I already knew what her destiny was. I turned away from everyone else, trying to hide my pathetic self.
—
The crew soon left, leaving me, my mother, and my sister alone.
My mother sighed and rested her head on her hand, "The flu is getting to her, they said that she will- might- she-" My mother stuttered, struggling to say the last word.
"She will pass away, I understand, mom, it's okay," I reassured her.
We both knew it wasn't okay, we knew it agonizing. I couldn't help but stare at my sister for the sake of myself, I felt helpless for not being able to assist her.
I went upstairs and into my dimly lit office and decided to do some research on the Spanish flu.
This infamous dimly lit room has been haunting me for several days now.
Every time I come here, it surely is not for a good reason.
YOU ARE READING
Remedy 07
Historical Fiction(Quick read) Renowned scientist, Dean Miller, had recently discovered the potential cure to the Spanish flu of 1918, and is ready to reveal it to the world and his flu-ridden sister. However, Erick Foster, his associate, has plans that clash with De...
