Book 1 2015-2016

I don't care - Jake Riley

"Dr. Y/L/N!"

Your head turned from the patient you were looking at through the glass to the person who yelled your name.

"Dr.Cannerts"

"The whole hospital is on lockdown."

"I don't understand. He infected-"

You were interrupted by a woman running up to your colleague.

"We found another one, another doctor"

"How bad?" Cannerts asked pulling some gloves out and following the frantic woman.

You realised that you needed to tell Jake that you wouldn't be coming home. You navigated through the hospital avoiding screaming patients and doctors until you reached the staff area. Avoiding everyone else you rummaged through your bag until you found your phone. You quickly dialled Jake's number only to find that there was no service.

You tried again and again but it wouldn't go through.

"FUCK" You yelled kicking one of the chairs over.

"Can Dr. Y/L/N please report to the fourth-floor quarantine ward?" the tannoy droned

You stuffed your phone back into your pocket and rushed back to quarantine. Once you got there you saw Bobby being held up by two other nurses.

"Hurry up and get him in quarantine" You instructed them.

Cannerts handed you gloves and a mask.

"I don't even know how it passed on to him. He wasn't in any direct contact with any if the patients."

"What if this means that it can be transmitted through air as well as bodily fluids. I mean him and Sanders weren't exactly friends."

"He must have touched her hand by accident.We need everyone working on a way to reverse this."

"I had some people extract blood from patient 0, some of it's gone to get tested and worked on but that doesn't mean we can't start here."

"Good call, you go and sort that out."

You headed over to the labs.

"We have 6 vials of patient 0′s blood. Which means we only have three vials to use for sampling." You yelled getting the attention of the lab workers attention.

"But we have-" The lab workers began to protest

"I don't give two shits about the urine samples you need to analyse. This here is a matter of national security so if I give you a pile of shit that was from one of the infected you will analyse it. You will analyse it 10 times until you get something worthwhile. Is that understood?"

None of them spoke but all of them nodded.

You pulled out three vials from the fridge.

"Johnson, Sommers, and Vasquez, you three will be leading as well as doing most if not all of the testing, anything and everything must be run past these three. Chou, Singh, and Grande, you three will be on research, you find anything remotely similar to this virus I want to know. And the rest of you are too damn stupid to get anything done so stay out of the way. Any developments you get me or Cannerts on the line ASAP, got it?"

They all nodded and got to work. You left the lab and tried to call Jake but there still wasn't any signal.

"Hey, Jake's here," Cannerts told you

"What?"

"Yeah, he's down by-"

You ignored him and ran, not hearing where he was which in hindsight wasn't a very good idea. You looked in all of the wards but he wasn't there. Logically there would only be a few places where he would be. One of them being Emergency. As soon as you got down there you saw a blue police uniform. You hoped and prayed that it wasn't Jake and thankfully it wasn't, it was a co-worker.

"Do you know where Jake went?" You asked him.

"He's been unresponsive the entire ride over here Dr."

"Get him into quarantine ASAP. Tell them to draw his blood and give it to the lab. Tell the lab workers that they need to watch the virus mutate. Give it skin cells, give it blood cells, give it muscle cells. Watch it grow." You informed one of the doctors.

You left the emergency room and tried your phone again. You still didn't have a signal.

There were only a few places where he could be, logically. Now it was time to run all over the hospital and look inside every room to make sure he was still here. The hospital has 5 floors and you were on the first floor. There were over one hundred rooms that your boyfriend could be in, not that you cared because you began to run. You ran through corridors, into patient rooms, through wards, checking bathrooms. You nearly lost hope until you collided with someone. At first, you nearly got up and continued running but then he yelled your name and you saw him.

"Jake!" You yelled back, jumping back into his arms.

"What happened to 4-6 feet?" He joked wrapping his arms around you and breathing in your familiar scent

"I could give two shits about that. I tried calling you but this piece of shit phone had no signal."

"At least you found me. And I have no intention of letting you leave my side."

"I wasn't planning on leaving you. You just better make sure you don't get infected with this shit because year 3 of my 5-year plan will be fucked."

Jake chuckled.

"Always the five-year plan before me"

"Hey, at least you're part of it."

Jake looked down to you.

"I love you, Doctor Y/L/N"

"I love you more Officer Riley"