Chapter 200

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Eve and Amy looked at each other in horror. One of them would die soon. The guard was deliberately vague about which one. Made sense, they feared that the condemned would try to escape before being put down. Both girls had the hope of living, or the hope of her girlfriend surviving. Either way, this was probably the last time they would see each other alive. Before the guards could stop them, Amy and Eve shared one final kiss. The guards allowed this, wanted both girls as calm as possible. But the girls wouldn't let go, they couldn't part forever. Finally the guards pulled them apart and dragged Eve outside. They kept shouting to each other that they loved each other. Amy and Eve kept shouting until they could no longer hear each other. As she was being taken to another room, Eve wasn't sure what would be worse, being executed, or living with the knowledge that Amy had been executed. It took only a minute to reach the second room, but felt longer to Eve. When they finally arrived at another room Eve could see more guards in Hazmat suits, but a doctor without one. This doctor looked in his late 30s, seemed nice enough, given the circumstances. His name was Benjamin Weber. Eve wasn't sure if this was a sign that Eve was clean, or that the doctor was also sick.

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Weber: Hello Eve.

Eve: Hey doc. So, what's the deal? Am I going to die?

Weber: Eventually, probably in the next two years. But, according to my tests, not from the plague.

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Eve felt a strange emotion at this news. A mixture of relief, sorrow, guilt. It would've been difficult to describe this emotion to others.

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Eve: Is Amy going to die from this?

Weber: That is a distinct possibility. For reasons were still examining, some bodies, like yours, are developing anti-bodies. Others, are not. We'd like your help. You have quite the colorful resume. The relevant part now is some basic medical training in highschool.

Eve: Only two semesters.

Weber: That is something. We'd like your help, providing basic help and comfort to those in quarantine. People who become sick are seperated, you could help them. And we'd also like to periodically take some of your blood and other samples for testing. Maybe we can develop a vaccine, even a cure. Would you like to help in our hospital.

Eve: If it can save Amy, or anyone, yeah. I'm in, absolutely.