Ethan woke to sobbing and screaming, followed by the gruff voice of his father demanding everyone to back away and not breathe in the room "Dad?" he croaked, his eyes slowly focusing. His mother was being held back in the doorway by his dad, and Chelsia, his little sister, right behind them. His dad looked away when their eyes met, but Chelsia screeched "YOU'RE INFECTED!!"
Ethan frowned "That's not funny"
"ITS TRUE! THERES BLOOD!"
"blood? No i- "
His mother wailed pitifully, struggling against his dad "Ethan.. My baby!."
"INFECTED! AND NOW YOULL INFECT ALL OF US!"
"Im not! I'm not infected! I cu-"
"ENOUGH." his dad interjected, silencing them all. "Ethan. Speak."
Ethan inhaled deeply "I had.. Some kind of coughing fit, I don't know. I think I needed water. I tried to get mom but I fell and cut my chin. I'm not sick."
His dad nods slowly, moving back from the doorway and allowing his mother to run in and hold him "Ethan!" She cried "Ethan, Ethan, oh my god I'm so sorry are you okay?" Ethan just nodded along as his dad glared "If this keeps up," he warns "We'll have to take action"
