Three Amigos

Plague?

I sat up out of nowhere. It had happened again. The dream. No matter what I did I couldn't save her. The one person I actually cared about. I coughed. I pulled a tissue from my nightstand. I coughed again into the tissue. I switched on my bedroom light. The tissue was a vibrant red. I let out a sigh. I walked over to my dresser and pulled on a tank top and a pair of dark jeans. I swiped my keys of of the hook by the front door. I walked out to my car and started the it. As I slowly pulled out of my driveway I seen something run behind my car. After a moment of thought I seen my dog. I drove down the dark and lonely road. I looked at the clock on my radio. It was 6:30 in the morning. My doctor wasn't even at work. I'd need to go to the emergency room. I seen the emergency room. The light was green. As soon as I reached the light it turned red. I sat there at the light for about three minutes. I felt another cough coming. I grabbed a tissue from my center console. This cough was harder than the last. As I pulled the tissue from my mouth I once again saw  the vibrant red color. I pulled into a parking spot of the ER.  I walked into the emergency room and was rushed to a room. Apparently some of the blood from the cough got on my tank top. They foolishly thought I had gotten shot. After an hour of testing they diagnosed me with a severe form of bronchitis. I would have to stay for treatment. It got slowly colder. My vision blurred . It went dark The heart monitor flat lined.