Love's So Contagious

Emergency

A/N: Here I am again. Another story to celebrate and enjoy.

Hope you like it. And I don't really know when I can update this again but always know, I'll always go back and finish every story I make.

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Gulf double-checked that he had put on his disposable gown before entering the room to meet the patient. He had already received the necessary vaccination, like everyone else in the emergency department, but that didn't guarantee anything. There were thirteen different serogroups that could cause meningococcal disease, and only five of them could be prevented with vaccines.

The situation wasn't severe enough for him to wear a full hazmat suit or for the patient to be quarantined. Gulf just needed to exercise extra caution.

Understanding the technical aspects was one thing. He was well-versed in the protocols for numerous contagious diseases. It was part of his job. However, there was a difference between knowing the treatment protocols and actually entering a room with a patient suffering from one of these illnesses.

Mild Korapat, a Sekhmet student of short stature, was slightly overweight for his height. His long, curly brown hair clung to his sweaty head. His hazel eyes were glazed with fever as they shifted towards Gulf, and his flushed cheeks indicated his illness. Gulf knew that Mild wouldn't remember much, if anything, of what Gulf had to say.

Luckily, Gulf had someone accompanying him. The tall, thin individual with brown hair sat in the chair across from him, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't appear particularly affectionate, but that was the person Gulf had to work with. "Hi. I'm Dr. Kanawut. Are you a family member?"

Brownie adjusted his position in the chair. "I'm the RA for Mild. Since I had a car on campus, I was able to bring him here."

Gulf winced. "Why didn't they call an ambulance?"

Brownie let out a yawn. "The student health insurance doesn't cover that."

Gulf stared in disbelief for a moment. "Alright, Mr. RA. As a precautionary measure, you'll need a round of prophylactic antibiotics, and I'll need to see your vaccination records. If Mr. Korapat has a roommate, I'll recommend the same for him, as well as for any romantic or sexual partners, close friends, teammates, or lab partners."

Brownie sat up attentively. The yawn was gone. "Hold on, what's happening here? He just has mono or something, right?"

Mr. Korapat has been diagnosed with bacterial meningitis, and we have already begun the process of admitting him here. He will be moved to a room shortly. Gulf glanced at Mild, who seemed unfazed by the news. It's understandable, considering the fever he's experiencing. He might not even remember the diagnosis. "What's your name?" Gulf asked, his tone softer.

Brownie rubbed his face and replied after a moment, "Prom. Prom Nathadej."

"Alright, Prom. This is a scary situation, and I'll need to ask you a lot of questions. You might not have all the answers, and that's perfectly fine. It's not expected for you to know every detail about your residents' daily lives, right?" Gulf managed a small smile. "Do you happen to know how long he has been sick?"

Prom glanced down and shifted uncomfortably. "I received a call from his advisor saying he hadn't shown up to any of his classes for a couple of days. He's a freshman, and you know how overwhelming college can be for new students. I spoke to his roommate, who mentioned that Mild might be going through a rough patch."

Gulf nodded in understanding. Thank goodness for technology, making it easier to keep track of information. He could focus on Prom without worrying about taking notes. "I see. Did you end up going to see how he was doing?"