Nicole
Opening my eyes, a bright light forces them shut. Where am I? Pushing aside the pain, I open my eyes to find myself in a large white room with tech, chairs, couches, and my blood tubes. Where am I..?
I hear a Doctor walk in and I turn my face towards her smiling one, "How do you feel?" She asks in a hush tone. I shut my eyes, knowing there is no danger.
I try to speak but my throat is dry. The woman gives me a glass of water and I try again, "Well, what happened?"
"You caught a mild virus and you're going to have to stay here for a while, but other than that you are fine."
"Where's my family? My aunt, my cousin?" I ask, silently praying that they are fine. I don't believe in God, but Linda does, because she believes He's what gets her through living with Paul.
"Your cousins, Lionel, has also contracted this disease, and so has your aunt. Unfortunately, your aunt has it worse. We have reason to believe that there is a rat infestation in your home, and they brought a virus called Asyne, which causes symptoms like seizures, vomiting, and in worse cases, death." Her pager beeps. "If you will excuse me, I have to be help another patient," She says standing up and out of his chair. I keep my eyes shut. "Goodbye Nicole . Please get some rest." She pats my shoulder and leaves.
Asyne is not contagious, unless a rat who has it get into your food, and you eat it. I remember the sandwich. I took it out of the bag, and set it on the counter, and I realise the cheese is later missing. I did this, I did this to my family. It's all my fault!
Doctors come and go, putting new fluid bags on the rack for me, and pumping me full of medicine. I can see Lionel through the window, and he is sweating. He is trying to lay still, but he is moving around in his sleep, kicking, sweating, and crying.
To see him like this breaks my heart. To see such an innocent child, lying, being corrupted by a disease no one knows much about. A tear rolls down my cheek. I lay my head back down, and try to drown out the voices in my head.
You did this! You are going to kill the people you love because you were so careless! What would Paul say? What would Faith say? You're a killer! You have no soul!
You're going to die, and you will never have seen her again.