Special shoutout to chloe, who gave the right answer to last chapter's question! Whoo! Also for the lovely guest who gave the right answer on the first chapter question. You guys are awesomesauce!

I took a while to post because, after Missin' the Mission, I honestly thought that they will have a break before the next episode. Then it turned out that they wouldn't. Now the pile has grown. :P It should be dealt with within the next two weeks, though. So the next chapter should be in sometime this week. :)

Episode Tag to: Quarantined

Chronicle 004

Chapter: Isolato

Password: ************

Date: 03.20.13

Time: 7:41 PM

Judging by the snores coming from the rooms down the hall, I say I have about fifteen, twenty minutes to myself before my duty begins again. I thought about spending it on playing games, but I think my brain's a little too fried to even try to focus on one. Plus, my eyes are stinging a little bit. The last thing I want is to stare at a tiny screen for that period of time and make it worse. Or a big screen, like the TV, for that matter, and make it worse.

I thought about doing homework, but who am I kidding?

Writing's not too bad. It's starting to be a calming thing for me. I guess this is what Mom was talking about before when she told me to find a creative outlet. Correction—another creative outlet; I majorly flunked in learning how to play an instrument. It was stressing trying to learn, and I'll admit it was probably stressing for the others to listen to me as I learn.

Writing's a quiet art. Quiet's nice.

I finally got to readjust the settings of the Chronicle, too. Good thing I noticed that I had dated the entries a month off.

Speaking of off, Mom should be coming back from her conference later tonight, and Bree from her date with Owen (which, if you have ever met the guy, is probably more boring than a conference). I'm really tired, and I would love to go to bed now. Eddy was shut down after he aggravated certain people's migraines by trying out his vocal chops every minute he could, and I am so glad that happened.

The new season of The Voice usually gets him started down to the path of getting booted down.

Here's the situation I'm in right now: Big D, Adam and Chase are all sick, and I am the only one who can take care of them. Mom has that conference that she can't call off from. As much as she wanted to stay and take care of the guys, she couldn't. Bree couldn't really take care of them even if she wanted to—and she didn't. Big D said that he couldn't risk Bree, who's 'on her way of getting well,' to get sick and the effects of the neurothroxin to regenerate.

Although it didn't mean that she can just leave me when I need help, my lovely sister decided that I'm good on my own.

Mom decided otherwise and told her that she had to stay and lend me a hand in whatever I need. Bree was devastated since Owen apparently asked her out this weekend, a coincidence too non-coincidental in my view. She wasn't too happy that she's housebound. Oh, she was very keen to express it, especially after Mom left for her business jig. She would scoff and groan and complain, and she would deliver her 'Woe is I' speech.

I got very irritated by the end of yesterday noon-ish that I told her to stop whining and just go.

So that is how Nurse Leo got stuck taking care of the three sickly men down the hallway.

They started coming down with something after Big D's rescue mission with Adam and Chase. From what I'm told, contents of a toxic barrel spilled out after their scuffle with the goons. At first, they thought it was some sort of dry ice, like the ones Chase said they busted open earlier that day. After further investigation, the barrel was green, and sure enough it was toxic.

It's not as bad as what Bree had come in contact with, but it was still bad enough to lower their immune system that they catch the first illness that comes their way. For Big D, it was the flu that his bodyguard Johann had. For Adam and Chase, since their system crashed extra faster and their resistance got extra weaker, it was the flu that Big D brought in, with a side of double the trouble of the symptoms.

Mom was nice enough to have one of Big D's assistant to drop off all the medicine they needed so I'll be set. The food was the tricky part, because my mom was right—sick people's tastes are very unpredictable. Big D wants Thai food, which is good because there's a Thai restaurant that delivers food ten minutes away from here. Adam wants veggie pizza; okay, easy. Chase, on the other hand, turns into a health nut when he's sick. 'Citruses are good for Vitamin C. It boosts your immune system,' 'All that MSG is bad for you, Mr. Davenport. All chemicals, nothing natural to help you get better,' 'Adam, stop eating processed food. Try superfoods. It's good for you,' 'Leo, why not have fruits instead of eating ice cream all the time?'

Yep. I have to ride my bike and go to the store to get the things Chase want to eat—something that Adam strongly believes is an act of favoritism.

I have drafted a sort of schedule for the past two days:

7:30 AM – Wake up, make Big D chamomile tea

7:50 AM – Make breakfast for all three

(Note: Big D wants two blueberry pancakes, eggs over easy, and five strips of bacon; Adam wants two bowls of Frosted Flakes, with two toasts – no butter, just strawberry jam; and Chase wants a bowl of cinnamon oatmeal, a bowl of strawberries, a banana, and a tall glass of orange juice)

8:25 AM – Medicine for Big D and Adam

8:45 AM – Chore Work: turn on humidifiers, make sure tissue boxes are full, empty trash cans, dishes to sink, fluff pillows, hand Adam Mr. Short, his teddy bear (lasts about an hour and a half, if Chase is up)

9:25 AM – Medicine for Chase, ask what he wants for lunch

9:45 AM – Tea for Big D (again), snacks for the guys

10:15 AM – Go to the store for Chase's food

11:25 AM – Order Big D's and Adam's lunches, prepare Chase's food

11:50 AM – Call Mom, and then wake Big D, Adam and Chase up for lunch

12:25 PM – Medicine for Big D and Adam

1:00 PM – Chore Work

1:25 PM – Medicine for Chase

2:00 PM – Type Mission Summary Reports

2:30 PM – Tea for—you guessed it; 'healthy' snacks for all three, as per Chase's request

4:30 PM – Finish up and file Reports, Medicine for Big D and Adam (nap time for Mr. Short)

5:10 PM – Call Mom, tell her that I'm giving up on life

5:30 PM – Medicine for Chase

6:00 PM – Prepare light dinner (usually left-overs)

6:15 PM – Dinnertime

7:00 PM – Down time (for me), unless someone wakes up and asks for something

8:30 PM – Medicine for Big D and Adam, Lemon Tea with honey for all three

9:30 PM – Medicine for Chase

9:45 PM – Turn off all equipment in the lab

10:15 PM – Check if Bree's home before setting the alarm

10:30 PM – Bed time

Do you now see why I'm so frazzled without Bree's help? I expect some compensation for this; it's a fifteen hour workday! A few of the clients are hard to deal with, too. That counts as something, right?

But, to be honest, I really can't think about negotiating with Mom right now. I'm so tired. All I can think about is what time it is and what I need to be doing. It's like it's programmed into me now. I don't like it one bit, but I'm the only one who can help them get better.

I also think of other things and other people, like Mom and her business trip, and Bree and Owen's date, and how lonely Pascal might be. There's also Eyebrows, what he's up to. I think about March.

I remember Dad. I miss him.

There are only a few hours left in my shift before I clock off. Maybe I need to go to bed. I'm just tired, that's what it is.

Plus, when I was playing around with the specialized thermometer earlier, I'm apparently running on 100.2. Maybe that has something to do with that, too. I thought about calling Mom about it, but nighttime and bouts of fever usually makes her panic. There's no use in getting her worried while she's a thousand miles away.

Man. I've never looked forward to sleeping like this before. Or even making lemon tea like this before, because that would mean I'm only a few steps away from bedtime.

Maybe I should get started now. I'm starting to doze off on the job. I can hear Adam tossing around, which means that Mr. Short must have fallen off the bed again.

Signed,

Leo Francis Dooley

End of Chapter Isolato

Re-Enter Password: ************

Date: 03.20.13

Time: 8:27 PM

In Quarantined, what was the title Donald used, while wearing the cybermask, when trying to get the goons to give up the boys over to him?

No need to answer if you don't want to, as usual! Reviews are appreciated like always. :D