Martian Plague by Brandon Ellis

Author:Brandon Ellis [Ellis, Brandon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knight Star Press, LLC
Published: 2019-01-21T07:00:00+00:00

Ozzy bolted upright, his arms supporting him while his butt was firmly planted on a bed. “Where in blue moons am I?”

The first thing he noticed was the stark white drape around his bed, separating him from someone, or something else. He saw the glow of the light that radiated from a window near his bed, but the drawn curtains obscured his view. He couldn’t tell if it was day or night.

He went to get up and felt a pull on his anterior forearm. He winced in pain. It was a needle and a plug connected to a clear tube and threaded into his skin. It poked into one of his veins.

He pinched his eyebrows closer together. This was an old-school hospital, which meant he was in Briault.

He patted his chest and glanced at his outfit: a blue hospital gown. It was made from rough material, much different from the soft gowns in other city hospitals.

Yep. Old school.

He looked around the room, hearing the beeps from the medical holovids surrounding him. “Jozi?”

No answer.

He slowly pulled the needle out, and a burning sensation in his arm accompanied the needle’s movement. He blinked his eyes rapidly, wincing from the pain, and held back the nausea and dizziness that wanted to overcome him. He exhaled, released the tubing, and let it fall to the floor. Ozzy grabbed the edge of the bedsheet and held it in the crook of his arm to stop the bloodflow. After a few minutes, he held his head in his hands, feeling the warmth from his palms—a huge difference from the outside night environment.

“Jozi?”

Again, no response.

Ozzy stood and grabbed onto the bed for support, his stomach roiling and bile rising in his throat. He grunted and then blinked his eyes and slapped his cheeks to try and wake himself up fully.

He pulled open the window curtain and squinted, his eyes not used to the stream of the sun’s rays. It was daytime.

He heard the door to his room open and then whoosh shut.

Footsteps.

He turned, gripping the window sill to keep himself steady. “Jozi?”

The footsteps halted in front of the drape. “No, sir.” The drape opened, and a woman with a holopad stood in front of him. “Are you okay?”

“I have to go. Where is Jozi?”

She tapped on her holopad, bringing up a list of names. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t have that name on this floor. Shall I—”

Ozzy took a step forward and lost his balance, catching himself on the bed stand. “I have to leave.”

She put her hand up. “You can’t, sir. Because you were asleep for so long, you are on a protocol frost-bound evaluation.”

Ozzy furrowed his eyebrows. “Frost-bound? And being asleep for so long? How long was I out?”

“Two and a half days.”

“Two and a—” He dropped his arms to his sides and walked forward. “You have to be kidding me.” He shook his head, and his heart sank to his feet. That was two and a half more days that Lily had the plague.

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