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“I will be frank, to curb true pandemonium, we will keep that information classified and take further action should we need to,” he says.
“Classified,” Janelle says quietly with a roll of her eyes.
“Please make sure that the two of you get in line for testing,” he says to us and with a turn on his heel, he leaves the break room.
“He’s intense.” I look at her.
She’s staring off at the floor with a solemn expression. I put my hand on her shoulder and lean my head against hers just as she did earlier.
“Hey, you alright?” I ask.
“Basically, he just told us that if someone here is sick, then they wouldn’t tell us. It would be like taking a dog out to the field and shooting it to tell the kid that it’s living on a farm or flushing a fish down the toilet and replacing it with a new one.”
“Would you want to know versus being kept in the dark?” I ask.
“Honestly, right now, I’m not even sure. I didn’t really think much of what’s going on in the world. I’ve kept my eyes forward, making sure I personally stay healthy and that I’m doing what I’m supposed to do at work. I know there are communities that are widespread about this whole virus thing, but I didn’t think that it would come here. I didn’t think that I would be dealing with something like this.” A tear slides from the corner of her eye.
My hand rubs her upper back. I have no words. Those thoughts entered my mind as well. I didn’t think that I would come into a situation where I am confined to a single space. I wasn’t expecting this to be how my day would end up.
I sigh.
“This too shall pass. We do as we’re told and then we’ll get out of here.” I tell her.
“That better be what happens. I don’t want to deal with an angry mob,” she laughs awkwardly, then straightens and her mood changes instantly. “So, which one of those fine men, do you have your eyes on?”
4
Levi
I assist the doctor, since I have background in medical practices, I watch as person after person walks up to get tested. They go through the motions and I see so many different worries on all of their faces.
I’m guilty for trying to reassure them, when it’s just a matter of time that they get sick too.
I’ve designated one of the guys to take each person to wash their hands and give them their own bottle of hand sanitizer. I have cataloged each person’s test and within fifteen minutes, we will have results. The first batch is almost done processing, and we’ve been instructed that when we find the individual who has the high fever to place him or her in the trailer that is directly out the back doors of this facility.
We don’t need to cause a commotion, we don’t need to direct any sort of panic to the public and we definitely do not need to alert everyone else that they may be in any sort of trouble health-wise.
“And you are a real doctor?” A little boy asks as he steps up, then sticks his tongue out.
“I am, went to school for it and everything.”
The doctor shines his light into the little boy’s mouth and smiles. He places his hands on both sides of his neck, feeling his lymph nodes and then begins to look into his ears.
“Then why are you in the military?” He asks.
“I signed up to help those that needed it if the need came,” Doc answers.
“Mark down fluid in right ear, no cause for concern,” the doctor looks up at the concerned mother standing closely behind the little boy.
“Anything to worry about?” she asks.
“Not at all. Is there a history of ear infections?” He asks her.
“All the time, we have an appointment next month to get him tubes,” she tells him.
“No other concerns, no fever, no cough, no gastro issues?” he asks.
“None, just your standard little boy.”
