Trapped
Chapter Three
"Medical Emergency"To the Reviewers:
DrWho4U: Hehe, Good to hear lol, and no I don't think I could kill off any of the main characters (They're just so damn good!)!
JadedMoment: Aw, thanks. It would be hard for Nat and Steven, being trapped alone, I think especially for Nat, knowing he might die and there was nothing she could do. (Gotta love the angst, lol)
Sky Spade: Thanks! And yes, it does seem difficult as to how she landed on him, but as I figure, because he's bigger and heavier, he would fall faster, so even if he was only a millisecond in front of Nat by the time they hit the ground, there's still the chance she landed on his side, breaking a couple of ribs! (I hope anyway)
Mellie Erdmann: LOL! It's the angst I love to write, and you guys like to read! A shocking event (Like Nat and Steven falling off a cliff for example) (giggles) seems to make everything sweeter. And, if your insane, I would say me and a thousand other angst lovers are too lol! Thanks for the review!
Psycho-WarBaby: Miles whumping ahead lol! He always seems so innocent, and whumping would definitely go a long way in my MEVA intentions…Hehe.
Miles sighed, looking from the microscope eyepieces, and rubbing his throbbing forehead. He was steadily feeling worse as the day progressed, and he already wasn't allowed near any samples or bodies or disease samples in case he infected them. So instead he was stuck looking at long dead samples getting no real help whatsoever.
"You okay?" A voice asked from behind him. Turning around, trying to ignore the room spin, Miles blinked at Frank, who had just walked in the door.
"Yeah," He said groggily, "Find anything?" Frank, just returned from searching one of the victim's homes, held up his hands.
"Nothing. I mean, nothing. The house has been abandoned for weeks."
Miles nodded.
"If it's been abandoned, what took so long to get back? You've been gone like five hours!"
Frank shook his head and sat down in the chair.
"I know. There was an accident on the interstate. Some person got sick, died right at the wheel. It was madness."
Miles blinked again.
"Oh." He said, looking around for the light that was suddenly shining brightly into his eyes. Frank looked at him in concern, but for Miles, Frank's head seemed to double.
"Uhh…" Was the only thing Miles managed to get out, before his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed backwards, darkness filling his vision.
Frank wasted no time getting Miles down to the wards. It ran through the doors from their office, carrying Miles limp body, and into what was usually a small hospital ward, only to stop in shock. Every bed was filled with moaning or unconscious people, NIH personnel patrolled the lines of beds, helping their fellow sick co-workers. He watched as a familiar figure walked toward him, motioning for two more doctor's to follow her. Tenderly, they took Miles from Frank and moved him to another bed. Doctor Kate Ewing looking at him in concern, before following his gaze across the many sick.
"It's unbelievable," She said quietly, "Nearly everyone is sick. The CDC quarantined all NIH headquarters. We have no idea what this thing is or where it came from."
Frank looked at her sharply.
"Are you treating it?"
Ewing stared at him.
"We need to find the source first." Frank turned heel and walked from the room, only to see another NIH worker stop him.
"Sir, phone call, line two."
Frank nodded stiffly and walked past, into the office and picked up the phone.
"Powell." He said, sitting down and rubbing his head. A panicked voice filtered through the line.
"Frank? Frank of thank god, It's Eva. I need your help!"
Frank looked up immediately.
"What's wrong?"
"Stephen and Natalie went mountaineering earlier to reach some of the sick. Well, I was talking to Stephen on the radio from the base we have set up here, when I heard Natalie scream!" Frank shivered. Natalie scream? He's never even seen her cry.
"Are they okay?" He asked, worried.
Eva's response was immediate.
"I don't know! I heard Stephen yell, then static. I haven't been able to get a connection on either of their radio's."
Frank thought for a minute.
"Could they just be out of range?" He asked.
"No! That's the thing, we had the radio's hooked up via satellite, so we could stay in contact at all times! Frank, I think something's wrong."
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, a knot building in his stomach.
Please let them be alright…Please…"Can you and Miles get down here so we can start a search? The Search and Rescue teams here are flat out, they won't be able to look for days and for all we know, it could be to late then. They said if we find them though, they'll come help us get them out."
"No can do Eva." He said tiredly, "NIH is under quarantine."
Eva's voice changed from scared and angry to confused.
"Why?"
"A virus. Miles is already down. Nearly all NIH personnel is in makeshift hospitals set up here. They can't find a cure without the source. The CDC has demanded no one comes in, no one leaves the building."
Eva stopped mid breath.
"Damn! What about Miles? Is he okay? How bad is it?"
"He'll be okay Eva. We'll find the cure. But it looks like it's up to you to find Nat and Stephen. By the sounds of it, they're in trouble."
"Yeah…Alright. I'll climb the mountain myself if I have to. Good luck Frank."
"You too. And be careful."
"Always." There was a quick click as Eva hung up the phone, as Frank put his head in his hands.
When did everything get so screwed up?
TBC
