The Lockdown

The Lockdown (part 2)

I ran up to another section, where I heard a woman scream and a man's voice trying to calm her down. When I came closer I saw George, who was a good friend and colleague of mine, holding a pale white woman. Lots of blood was streaming out of her nose.

"Please help me!" she screamed.

The last time I saw this much blood stream out of someone's nose was a few months back and that patient had cancer. This patient did not. I knew she had the virus but what I didn't know is that the virus could cause this. This was new for me.

The woman only screamed louder and louder, making other patients scared, so we needed to sedate her.

"What is wrong with her?" I asked George, who was clearly upset.

"I don't know." He stood closer to me. "The same thing happened a few days back," he said quietly. "and I asked doctor Smith what was wrong with that patient but..." he sighted. "he ignored my question and only an hour later the patient was dead."

"Really?" I thought about it for a few seconds. "So, is this like... the last stadium or something?"

"I guess so."

"Doctor Miller?" I saw her walking in the hallway that afternoon. "Can I ask you a question?"

She stopped, looked at me and nodded.

"I heard you and doctor Smith are treating that patient from room 107?" This was the first time she looked annoyed by me.

"I really want to go home now, I'm not discussing patients with you."

"But what happened with her? I mean the amount of blood that was coming out-"

"It's not your patient. Quit asking and go home." She walked away, but turned around again.

"I'm sorry. I'm just very tired." she apologized. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The next morning I just had a feeling. Just like my guts were telling me something was going to happen. Everything I did that morning just didn't felt right. Even the streets seem different than before. When I walked up to the soldiers, I saw one of them having a conflict with a civilian who screamed that he needed help. He looked like a junkie who needed some drugs. The man pushed the soldier, dragged his mask off and spit him in his face. The soldier didn't hesitate and tackled him to the ground. He began to smash his face with his fist, just as long as the junk didn't move anymore. I just stood still, just like his fellow soldier, looking at the unconscious –or maybe dead- man.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the confused soldier and showed my ID.

"Yeah, uh," a woman's voice said "stay save." And she let me through.

I forgot about it when I stepped into the hospital and started my shift. My focus was on my patients right now.

"Good morning evil pumpkin," I smiled. "how are you?" Sarah looked pale and tired.

"Not well, I have a headache." A tear fell down her cheek. "A bad one."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I can get you some painkillers."

"It won't work." She held her eyes closed.

"Maybe some distraction? Shall I tell you about Medusa now?" She kept silent so I started. "Before her curse, Medusa was a beautiful woman. So beautiful that men couldn't keep their hands to their selves."

"Shut your mouth." she moaned. "You're talking hurts."

"Okay," I said, a bit confused. "I'm going to discuss this with my colleagues. I'll be-"

"No, shut up! Shut up,please!" she cried. "It hurts so fucking much!"