Chapter Three
Eliza
I jump up
and run to the kitchen, ready to go to school. My mom is in the kitchen making
oatmeal. I look around the room for my siblings then I remember; it’s Saturday.
“You’re up
early for a Saturday,” my mom says, smiling. “Are you going to come on my jog
with me. It looks like you’re already dressed.”
I look down
at my rumpled clothes and laugh. “Mom, these are the clothes that I wore
yesterday. I guess I fell asleep before changing,” I say.
Mom nods
and sits down with her bowl of oatmeal. “I understand what is happening. I know
that you were stressed and that this will be hard for you,” my mom says,
sprinkling brown sugar on her oatmeal.
I nod and
sit down across the table from my mom. All my thoughts magically come floating
back into my mind. “Mom, I don’t know how to get through the journey. How will
I heal Harper? And if others get sick, how will I heal them?” I ask reducing to
tears.
“Honey, you
can do this. The desert people have a cure for all diseases and you must get
that from them. You must get them to give it to you. You cannot steal it. It
will depend on what is happening over in the desert. If people are sick there,
too, it will be harder for you to get the cure,” my mom says. She stands up and
grabs her sneakers.
“Do you
want to come with me on my jog?” my mom asks tying her shoelaces. I nod and run
to my room, quickly changing into yoga pants and an exercise shirt. I grab my purple converse from under my
bed and quickly slip them on my feet before running to the kitchen.
I tie my
shoes and jog in place until my mom is done pulling her hair back in a
ponytail. We run along the sand until we hear yelling from a house… Victoria’s
house.
The door
bursts open and Victoria runs out, tears running down her cheeks. “Eliza, you
have to help me! Mom is getting the same thing that Harper has!” Victoria
gasps. Her blond hair is glossy and combed even though it is only seven in the
morning and it is a Saturday. Obviously she has been up for a while.
Mom runs up
to Victoria and up into the house. “Dad is gone because he had a early morning
meeting and so mom was the only one home with me and Hannah. Hannah’s freaking
out and she almost fainted,” Victoria says between gasps. “ I don’t feel good
myself.”
I give
Victoria a hug and we run into the house. Mom is calling the hospital and
Victoria’s mom is on the couch. Hannah is sitting on her knees by her mom. She
looks up at me, her eyes pleading.
“Victoria,
is she still conscious?” I ask. She nods and sits down by her mom. Mom hangs up
the phone and comes over to give Victoria and Hannah a hug. “The ambulance is
coming, Jane. You should be fine, no harm to your little boy,” my mom says
pulling Hannah onto her feet. Victoria’s mom, Jane, nods while coughing. The
door opens and James rushes in.
“My mom
woke me up and told me to come over here. These are the things we need to keep
track of, we need to know how many people get sick until Friday,” James says,
his face red from running.
“James, we
need to hurry and get down to the hospital and tell the nurse that other people
are getting sick,” I say trying to think if the nurse told us her name. James
nods. I look at my mom who nods as we begin to run out of the house.
“Did she
tell us her name?” I ask James, failing to remember. James tugs at the bottom
of his navy blue t-shirt that has a silhouette tree and some eagles on it.
“I don’t
think she did, come on we need to hurry,” James replies speeding up and getting
ahead of me. Suddenly I’m glad that I went on the jog with my mom. If I hadn’t,
Victoria would never get the ambulance to her house and then we wouldn’t have
been able to track this sickness down.
I speed up
and we reach the door of the hospital, which is already opened because people
are rushing in and out. We walk up to the desk that is tucked up in the left
corner of the lobby by a potted plant. The first thing that I hear is the sound
of ringing phones a lot of voices.
A man with
dark skin and a black suit is sitting behind the desk talking on the phone like
many other nurses that are answering pay phones and even cell phones. “Are you
Eliza and James?” the man asks, his voice deep and rich. James and I both nod,
out of breath. “Dr. Semen told me to give these to you. They are trackers that
tell us how many people are sick. Whenever a person with the sickness comes in,
we put a tracker on their right thumb. This will tell you how many people have
the illness,” the man says, answering our nods.
He hands us
a thin pad that has a glossy black cover and has a screen. It says 42, a high
number. 42 on the second day? I ask
myself. “The illnesses with slow down
within a week,” the man says, as though reading my mind. Hannah and Victoria
hurry into the hospital, a couple of nurses carrying a cot with Jane,
Victoria’s mom, on it following behind them.
Victoria
rushes over to me. She collapses into a hug and begins to sob. I pat her back
and she gasps for more air, “Y…you ha…have to get th…the cure!” I blink away
tears. Suddenly I know how much the sea depends on me.
The front
door closes and opens again right after. Another family rushes into the
hospital. Victoria lets go, sobbing. Her face is soaked and pink. “Please, will
you really, really look for the cure?” Victoria asks me. I nod and wipe the
tears off my cheeks.
“Victoria,
if your mom hadn’t gotten sick I would have looked really hard, now with your
mom sick, I will search really, really hard because that is what true friends
do,” I say, trying to keep my voice strong, “it’s just like what you did last
night, you saved me from death and now I will save your mom.”
Victoria
hugs me again and we follow the nurses to the room where Victoria’s mom will
be. Victoria opens the door and steps in. I give her some time to herself. When
she opens the door again and ushers me in I walk through the door.
“Thank you,
Eliza,” Victoria’s mom says as a take a seat in the metal chair in the corner
of the room. I nod and everyone is silent. Hannah stands up and breaks the
silence by saying, “James and Eliza have to find the cure, this is people’s
life on line and we can’t let these lives slip away.”
I nod,
standing up. “I don’t think that I should be here. This is your mom, not mine.
I promise that I will find the cure,” I say wiping off my yoga pants. Victoria
looks up at me.
“If you
need me, I will be here, until you find the cure,” Victoria says, looking down
at her hands that rest on her lap. I nod and wipe away the tears from my eyes.
A nurse comes into the room and smiles at everyone.
“I knew
that you would be here, Eliza, come with me,” the nurse says. Her hair is blond
and tied into a ponytail. She is wearing blue scrubs and white sneakers. I
stand up and followed the nurse out the door. Her sneakers squeak on the clean white
linoleum floor as we walk down the hall.
I see James
standing at the edge of the hall. He waves at me and smiles. I speed up to
reach James. “56,” he says, his grin fading away. I nod and the nurse stops and
opens the wooden door that says Employees Only. James makes a puzzled face and
I look at him and shrug.
Inside
there is a red couch, a bookcase, an oven and microwave, and a small
refrigerator. I see the nurse that was in the room with Harper the day before.
She has her hair down and is wearing jeans and a grey and white shirt.
“Take a
seat, make yourself at home. Get a soda, microwave some pizza or something,”
the nurse that we met yesterday says. I sit down while James goes to get a soda
and some microwave pizza. Boys I
think, always hungry.
“Really
James? In the morning? We just woke up!” I exclaim.
“I am sorry
that I did not introduce myself yesterday, it was just so chaotic,” the nurse
says. I nod and the microwave beeps, telling James that his pizza is ready. “My
name is Lydia Semen and I am the disease manager at the Sea Side Hospital.”
James sits
down on the couch by me, chewing on his microwave pizza. I nod and elbow James,
who nods afterward. In about thirty seconds the pizza has disappeared and on
its way to James’ stomach.
“What about
the doctor? Who was she?” I ask, questions suddenly filling my head. Lydia
shakes her head and laughs. “That was my sister. She lives in Ocean Territory
and luckily she was here while all this happened. She will be staying until you
guys find the cure. Her name is Clare Semen.”
I nod again
and wrinkle my nose, “Is she like the other ocean people?” Lydia laughs and
makes a sign with her hand that indicates so-so. James stands up again. He
walks over to the microwave and microwaves another pizza while still sipping at
his soda.
“The reason
that I have you back here so soon was for two reason, one to give you the devices
to tell you how many people are sick who they are. In this case they only show
the one sickness but on normal day it show how many people are at the hospital,
what illness they have, who they are and what medication they need if they need
one. . The second reason that I needed you in here was to tell you what to need
to do. Well, I guess three things. I needed to tell you my name,” Lydia says. I
laugh at the last comment. James smiles with his mouth closed because it is
filled with microwavable pizza.
“What we think is that you will just have to ask the people of the
desert to give you the cure. They want all people in all the regions to by healthy
and give them what they need so that we do not war. Remember, this is just what
we assume so please don’t blame us if it goes wrong. I guess you guys can go
now,” the nurse says.
I nod and
throw away my water bottle in the trashcan that is in the corner. James stands
up with me and we walk out of the room. As we pass the room that Victoria’s mom
is in we hear crying. James stops right after me. I hear voices and press my
ear against to door. “Mom, I just don’t think that Eliza will find it.”
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