10: Day 15
Hey, sis, the doc says you're doing great!
Did he?
Well, not exactly like that, but you get the idea. What did the test results say?
They said I'm going to send this disease to the depths of hell sooner or later.
I'm still hoping sooner.
Aren't we all? How's Walter?
He's worried about you. I know, he hasn't been back here to see you. I think he's afraid of what he's going to find.
(Sigh) I don't blame him. You don't seem to be afraid.
I'm terrified every time I come back here. I don't know the first thing about Ebola, except what they're saying on TV. It scares me to think about what it might be like for the people who have it—like you. It's a hemorrhagic fever, and the conclusion everything has led me to is that it shuts all your organs down and basically turns your insides to soup and blood starts coming out of anywhere and everywhere and—
Landon.
Hmm?
I can tell you first hand that nothing you've heard is true. I'm not bleeding from "anywhere and everywhere" and I can promise you that my insides are still intact. The only liquid that's inside me is whatever blood I have left and whatever fluids they've been giving me. I'm not a walking IV bag, and you can tell that to anyone who asks.
(Silence)
Okay…I'll remember that. You know, they talk about you sometimes.
Who?
The media, mostly. Well, not directly, because they don't know you're the one with Ebola. Doctor Creed hasn't told them it's you.
Good. What are they saying?
Less than what Doctor Creed's been telling me. I guess he hasn't released any information to anyone outside the hospital or the family. Basically everyone else is drawing their own conclusions. If you want me to be honest, they think you're dying.
I'd tell you to tell them otherwise, but I'd rather they not know it's me.
Yeah, I figured. I don't want them parked outside Hellsing for months on end while you're trying to get better. You don't need that.
I couldn't agree more.