"I declair this virus as highly dangerous and fatal in 100% of it's victims. There is no cure at this time."
"To protect the city of Atlanta, and everyone in this country I am ordering a cordon sanitaire to contain this virus."
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"Maia how are you feeling?" Cannerts asks me, I look up at him with a dry smile. How was I doing?
"I'm fine." I wasn't. He knew I wasn't and that's why he was keeping his distance from me. I wasn't supposed to be in the room he was, the blood was meant for him. Not me and I can't stop replying what happened in my head. Why Maia, why?
Why did I jump in front of Cannerts to stop the blood?
I was getting out. I was getting Jake. I had everything I needed and now suddenly, just like that. Like I snapped my fingers, it's gone.
I'm gone.
"Maia I — I appreciate what you did for me."
"I didn't do it for you." I finally understood, "I did it for Jake, for Quentin. You're our only hope in this if you die, they die."
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"How are you feeling?" Jake asks as he stand just outside the glass. I give him a smile trying to ensure him that I am fine. That this is only a fluke and nothing is going to happen, but that's only a dream. The reality of it is I am sick.
"I'm fine Mr. Riley."
"I got Quentin out. They should be on the other side soon."
"That's goo—" I was cut short but this guy hurling cough, that ranges up my body burning the back of my throat. My hand flys up to my mouth and it's now that I feel the sticky wetness on my palm. Blood. I don't have to look at Jake to know the scared look that possesses him. My face felt hot and tears glistening in my eyes, I only had a numbered amount of time before this was over. My whole life. Everything I've done is going to be over in twenty four hours.
