CURSE OF THE VIRUS

Sarah comes rushing out “Alivia, we need all the help we can get”.

I rush in and begin treating the little girl while Sarah tries to help the girl’s father. Time seemed to slow down. Every second felt like an eternity as I struggled to keep her alive. I worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning the wounds on the little girl’s body with warm water and gentle soap and took care to remove any dirt and debris that could cause infection, and gently dabbed at the wounds with a clean cloth.

Once I had cleaned the wounds, I began to stitch them up. Using a needle and a strong thread, I worked with care and precision, making sure each stitch was tight and secure. I knew that this was critical to ensure the wounds would heal properly and the girl would not be in pain. Once the stitching was done, I applied willow bark to the wounds, wrapping them tightly with bandages. The willow bark would help to reduce pain and swelling and serve as a natural antiseptic. I was confident that this would help to speed up the healing process and keep the girl comfortable during the recovery.

Finally, I carefully tucked the girl into bed, making sure she was comfortable and warm. I then went over to check on her father, who was still unconscious and struggling to breathe. Sarah was doing all she could to keep him stable, but it was clear that he was in a critical condition.

I returned to the little girl and sat beside the girl’s bed, watching her carefully as she slept. I felt a sense of pride in what I had accomplished, knowing that I had used my skills and knowledge to help a patient in need. I also felt a deep sadness for the girl and her father, knowing that they were both suffering in the aftermath of this terrible virus.

Sarah looked over the father’s unconscious form with worry etched in her brow, she shook her head and sighed heavily, “I think he’s cursed.”

I raised an eyebrow at Sarah’s words, “What do you mean, cursed?”

Sarah’s hands were shaking as she replied, “I heard rumours of the virus and that it could cause someone to transform into their wolf and attack their loved ones. They say it’s a curse from the moon goddess, a punishment for those who have done wrong.”

I nodded, “Yes, I’ve heard of the effects of this virus too. But that’s just superstition. We do not know what is causing these transformations.”

Sarah looked at the little girl in the next bed over, her wounds now cleaned and bandaged. “But what about her? What about what he did to her? It is not just superstition.”

I sighed, “I know, it is a horrifying thought. But we can’t just give up on him. We have to do everything we can to save his life and help this little girl.”

Sarah nodded, and together we worked to keep the father stable and monitor his condition. We worked tirelessly, using every technique and remedy we knew to try and revive him. But as the night passed, it seemed our efforts were in vain. The man remained unconscious, and his condition continued to deteriorate.

But I did not give up hope though. I knew that with time and patience, we might be able to find a cure. When I first arrived at Silver Oak, my one purpose was to fulfil my dream and become an artist, but now, I have another and that is to help these people, my people, no matter what it took. This is my home now and these are the people of my Kingdom. I will do whatever it takes to help them, no matter what it takes.

Later that morning, I sat at my art history lecture, trying my best to pay attention. It was my dream to attend art school, and I was determined to make the most of my time there. But today, my mind kept wandering.

Suddenly, our professor’s voice broke through the silence. “Excuse me, students, I have an important announcement to make,” he said. “As you all may know, there has been an outbreak of a deadly virus in the nearby werewolf community. The renowned Doctor Liam Volkov has been called to give a presentation here at the university on containment and treatment methods.” Immediately my heart raced; I knew I had to attend this presentation and learn more about this virus and its effects if I was to be of any help to my people.

“What time is the presentation?” I asked, raising my hand.

“It’s at 4pm” he responds.

“Excellent,” I thought to myself. “I’ll be able to attend after work today.”

Later that day, I was working in the infirmary, anxious to get to finish my work and get to the presentation on time, when I heard a loud commotion coming from the entrance. My hands shook as I hurriedly made my way towards the entrance of the inn, my heart racing with dread. The sound of the crowd was muffled, like a distant whisper, but I could see them, a mass of people hovering around a single still figure.

The air filled with the sound of a desperate struggle, and I saw Sarah’s frantic figure attempting to calm the patient. My stomach twisted as I realized that the man was covered in sweat and convulsing, his body wracked with fever.

“What’s going on?” I asked Sarah, my voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s the virus,” she replied, her voice trembling with fear. “It has been spreading rapidly through the town. This patient is the latest victim.”

Terror flooded my veins and I forced myself to take a deep breath, to focus on what needed to be done. I stepped closer to the patient and spoke softly and reassuringly as Jess explained what we had to do.

We worked quickly, getting him inside the infirmary quickly and administering treatments, doing everything we could to ease his suffering. But in spite of all our efforts, it was too late, and the virus was too powerful. The man passed away within hours and my heart sank as I felt overwhelming sadness for him and his family. At the same time, I was filled with horror for our town and fear that this virus would spread further and take many more victims.

A wave of dread swept over me as I looked at the man in the infirmary. His pale, lifeless body was a stark reminder of the powerlessness of my profession. I had failed him. My heart was heavy with regret. Frantically, I made a vow that I would do better, that I would dedicate my life to learning more and being there for those who needed me the most.

By the time I arrived at the presentation, it was already underway. A tall and incredibly handsome man stood at the podium, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. I assume that he was the renowned doctor that everyone had come to hear speak. His mere presence exuded an air of authority and respect, as if he were born to lead. His voice was deep and confident, drawing everyone’s attention. And then, our eyes met. His piercing green gaze seemed to delve into the very depths of my being, a hint of annoyance in them. Trying to find a seat without drawing attention to myself. I spotted an empty seat in the front row. As I slid onto the seat, I nervously grabbed my pen and notebook from my bag. When I looked back up my eyes widened and I gasped, when I saw the man standing next to the doctor. “Is that Adam?” My outburst caused heads to turn and eyes to focus on me.