Shiveroage
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My heart stopped and my stomach twisted. I was on a trek in the Mountains of Peru. Id graduated from the University of Sydney last year and was now a post graduate student. I worked in Microbiology finding cures for diseases. Recently Id developed an antidote for the outbreak in Bangkok. Without this cure, many lived would have been taken and the disease would have continued to spread until it reached other parts of the globe. If chiphroizue had escaped Bangkok the rest of the world would have suffered and surely would have been left dead. We would have a lost generation with no future ancestors. Thankfully I found a cure for this disease and the outbreak was kept to a minimum. Few lives were lost and the disease has become extinct. Diseases are like that. They arrive suddenly as if out of thin air and can vanish almost as quickly.
For scientists the feelings of uncertainty and helplessness is one of the worst emotions felt. It attacks the mind like a pack of wolves to a lonely, fledgling deer. The young woman in front buckled over and collapsed into the shape of a foetus. Her stomach retched and she spewed. She lost control and her muscles began to spasm. Her veins which were visibly purple under the surface of her skin turned green and broke free from her skin. As she twisted and distorted she made horrific noises. They were alien and werent quite a scream. They were so much worse. The noises that escaped through her lips were no longer audible as human. They were completely foreign. She let out strangled cries and choked sobs.
All of a sudden she went still. This was not how life was supposed to end. This young woman should have had a whole life ahead of her. She should have married a man who would have loved her and protected her. She should have had children and grown old. This was not how someone was supposed to die. She did not look peaceful and calm as she should have. She was stressed and terror was written all over her face. This was the most unimaginable nightmare. This young woman experienced every pain and fear. She did not wake to the warm comfort of her bed and silk sheets. She would never wake, never see light again.
All this time I just stood there. I didnt help her or hold her hand while lay in a spasm on the rocky path. I did not calm her or speak in soothing words as a mother might to her young child. I watched while she suffered the most torturous death imaginable, my mouth gaping in both shock and pure horror. My muscles refused me. They stiffened like an old, rusty toy that was no longer wanted.
A week later I hadnt opened up to anyone. It seemed selfish sitting here now, crammed over the desk, my hands holding my face straight. Only a week earlier had I seen a poor young woman experience a nightmare come to life. How could I possibly have people feeling sorry for me when I had stood there scared out of my skin? I stood like a scared child.
Since that awful day Ive dedicated my time to finding a cure for this ghastly disease. I have to put an end to this.
I woke to the sound of birds chittering and the soft hum of a lawn mower down the road. I rolled out of bed, stretched my back and padded downstairs to the kitchen. As I stood by the bench I ate the remains of my warm porridge. I was intrigued by the latest news story on the television. It was something about the marathon that happened yesterday. There was a fire that had been lit deliberately by a group of teenage boys. No one was injured...Suddenly a news headline flashed across the screen. I dropped my bowl and it shattered on the floor. I was only acutely aware of this and my eyes became transfixed to the television. Horrible memories flooded into my mind. I slumped on the bench and brought my hand to my stomach. I felt sick. Nausea crept all over me, slow at first, then pounced like a lion who had finally found its prey. My stomach rolled.
Last night around 10pm a couple were at their unit in Peru. They were celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary. Early that night thatd gone to a beautiful candle lit dinner and a late walk along Lake Titicaca. Their 40 years of marriage was absolutely perfect and they loved each other dearly. If happily ever after did exist this would be a perfect picture. The love they had for each other is what any young woman would dream of. Their 40 years of marriage was like Cinderella and Prince Charming.
But all good things must come to an end. Last night was their end. Devastation, terror and broken hearts took place between this married couple.
The woman would never be the same again. Her heart had been ripped out and she was left utterly lonely and vulnerable. She had no one to live for anymore. No reason to achieve. No reason to try. Last night her husband died in front of her. Whilst he experienced the unimaginable all she could do was let out strangled cries. She could not save him. When he finally stilled, she rocked him and called out his name until her voice turned from desperation to hopelessness. When the reality of his death hit she laid her face upon his for hours. She choked fat tears that splashed the creases on his familiar face that carried so many fond memories.
When someone you love is no longer there it breaks you. Her husband meant everything in the world to her. Her heart was poured out to his and now all that was left was a bottomless pit. Nothing would ever replace what this woman once had and that night she vowed to never love again.
She closed his eyes and collapsed on the floor beside him. She would never see his beautiful blue eyes again. She would never walk in the park and feel his hand against hers. She would never feel the drum beat of his heart as it hammered against her chest as a butterflies wings fluttered. She would not feel the soft brush of his lips.
The news story ended and it switched to an add. It was and advertisement of My Little Pony. Cheery music filled my house. I switched the television off. I slid to the floor and lay there crying. I eventually fell asleep. It was a restless sleep filled with night mares. When I stood up a jolt of pain ran from my leg up to my shoulder. I splashed water on my face in attempt to rub of the nightmares but the horrific memory of them stayed. Looking in the mirror I could see the dark circles under my eyes. I kept seeing the young girls face who had suffered that horrible death and now the woman whose husband had died. They both suffered the same symptoms and experienced the same horrifying death.
I had come to terms that the night mares would continue to flood my dreams, at least until I found a cure for this disease. On my way to the lab I ordered a double shot latte. I cringed as I took a sip. Bitter coffee and burnt milk burned the top of my mouth. I dont understand why I continue to visit this coffee shop. The baristas lack training and the service has a lot to be complained about but the coffee was cheap. I needed to fall back into my familiar routine. It was the only way I was to keep a clear head. It was the only way I, along with the rest of my team were going to put an end to this mysterious, gruesome disease. I couldnt expect them to work with me if I were barely awake and I didnt want any unnecessary attention.
One week down the track wed created several medicines that somewhat cured the disease. However, without the knowledge of where the this disease originally came from we could not move forward in our investigation. At this stage we were unaware of how it was transferred from one citizen to another. Time was crucial in our investigation if we were to put an end to this before it became global and affected millions. Its a very difficult disease to track because the symptoms can only be felt within 30 minutes before death. In the lead up to death patients experience weak/flimsy bones. They will no longer be able to support themselves standing and will buckle under weight they are unable to withstand. Victims also vomit -
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