“And yet I awoke surprisingly refreshed. When I arrived on the ward, the smell of antiseptic was even stronger than usual. I spotted Helen already hard at work, up a ladder, scrubbing the walls. She turned to mouth a “good morning” to me over her shoulder as she continued to scrub. A feeling of foreboding pricked my flesh as Sister approached me. “Fetch a bucket and brush and start scrubbing another of the walls, Seward,” she instructed. “We must get this ward spotless. Two more patients have su...ccumbed to the virus.” “Yes, Sister,” I replied immediately. But as I began to walk away, Sister called me back. I turned to see that an uneasy frown now darkened her face. “Nurse Seward . . .” she began slowly. “Do the symptoms of this virus seem to match those suffered by your father, by any chance?” Cold shock washed over me. Did it appear that I had carried a virus to the ward from Father’s sickbed? My palms pricked with alarm. “Th-they do seem similar . . .” I admitted reluctantly.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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