Linda’s words tailed after me the rest of the day, echoing through my head, the fear clenching my chest and stomach. Worry had fluttered wildly inside of me after we’d left the storage room, squeezing my heart to a prune while I walked down the hallway, headed to what used to be a purgatory of study abuse on a regular day. But it hadn’t been one today. Whatever Mr. Truman might’ve said during the class, it’d never reached my ears. My mind could only focus on those words. All over the country. All over the country. Why was I so obsessed with this, with something that might’ve been nothing more than a huge coincidence? A person falling into coma, or a weird type of coma, whatever, wasn’t something unheard of. It was really common in the medical field. Maybe the way these people had fallen was, indeed, weird, but a virus wasn’t a trigger for worry. At least not for me. I wasn’t one of those people, like Linda, who stressed over everything and meditated to keep their body away from a nervous breakdown.
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