Adam quickly entered the office and locked it.
The infected person that was chasing him tried to knock the door down, but soon lost interest and continued upon its way.
'Oh God… What did I bring myself into… Professor Sartre…'
'Mister?'
The man turned around.
The room he'd locked himself into was a patient's room.
On the bed lay a 13 year old boy dressed in a hospital gown.
'Oh… Sorry… Thought I was alone'
'It's alright' the boy smiled. 'What's going on outside?'
'It's… It's chaos… They're breaking into the hospital now, too…'
'Oh… I see…'
'Where are your parents, kid? Why are you alone?'
'Oh, they're not here! They don't live in America. I'm Italian!' he smiled.
'Really? What're you here for?'
'I'm waiting for a heart transplant. My parents couldn't afford to come with me here'
'Is that so…'
'Doctor, I haven't seen you before' the boy said. 'Are you new?'
'Yeah… My first day. Funny, isn't it?'
'Yeah, a little bit' the boy smiled and read Adam's nametag. 'My name is Marco! Nice to meet you, Dr. Bertrand!'
'Please, don't call me that! I'm Adam' the man smiled back.
'Well, alright…
In this moment, the electricity stopped.
'Oh, great… Now we can't even see what's going on!'
'Uuuhm… Adam… I think I'm in trouble…' Marco said.
'Huh?' the doctor turned around and gasped.
It was then that he noticed the now offline heart-lung machine strapped to the boy's chest.
'OH CRAP!' he panicked. 'Now what?'
'Uuuuhm… I was hoping you'd tell me… You're the doctor!'
Adam started breathing heavily.
'Alright… Alright, just… Just stay calm… I'll… I'll think of something!'
He looked through the window.
The infected was still nearby, so opening the door and yelling for help was not an option.
'Adam… I feel weak…'
'Damn it, why won't the electricity turn on! Don't lose consciousness, Marco! Whatever you do, stay awake!'
'Gah… Sorry… I can't…' the boy said and closed his eyes.
'Damn it! DAMN IT! NOW WHAT! What am I supposed to do?'
The electricity wasn't turning on.
'Professor… What would you do in a situation like this?'
Adam took a deep breath, then went to Marco and took the sheet covering him away.
After that, he put his hand on his chest and started massaging it.
'Damn it! This won't be enough!'
He kept pushing Marco's chest, but the boy was still unconscious.
'Damn it… Damn it… Damn it…'