The city had been plagued by illness. It was an ancient strain that began before the city had been formed. For many years it had been ignored, then a huge campaign was started against it. They thought they had won. But small strains still existed. They would always exist. And the strains came back, slowly at first until the disease began to ravage the city again. Everyone knew that part of the reason the disease spread so much was that half of the city refused to acknowledge that there even was a disease now, or that it was as deadly as the doctors said it was.
But Piper Clemmons was not one of those people. She firmly believed in the illness. She did not see the effects as frequently as everyone else who believed in the illness around her did, but she confidently condemned all that they condemned. The symptoms tended to change faster than Piper could keep up with them, but she always assumed that’s because she had long hours at work and did not always have time to catch up on the latest updates. Her roommate, Daphne always knew what was most recent because she worked in the hospital and she’d speak often on what was going on.
Piper always listened intently. She feared the illness and hated its long reign over the city. She wanted the city to become whole again, it was her deepest wish. Whenever she could Piper would post on social media about the dangers of the illness, its symptoms, and warn those who did not believe in it to change their mind. It was her duty.
“Did you hear?” Daphne asked when Piper walked in the door.
“No what happened?” Piper asked.
“The illness has spread to the brain now.”
“Oh no!”
“Yes, but it’s worse than that.” Daphne paused for effect staring straight into Piper’s eyes before continuing. “Now, anyone who has ever used certain words has been infected.”
Piper frowned. “Words? Like what?”
“Anyone who ever praised the subway system, I mean we all know that the deniers live and thrive down there, anyone who used the word ‘responsibility’ to mean a moral obligation, and anyone who ever thought that the illness would have a cure.”
Piper nodded. She wanted to keep all those symptoms fresh in her mind. A recent conversation she’d seen on social media with a denier had touched on the first two for sure. Then she paused.
“Anyone who ever thought that the illness would have a cure?” she asked.
Daphne nodded. “That’s the one we’ve known about for years. There will never be a cure.”
“But I thought five years ago that everyone was saying that the cure could be found if we split the city into divided boroughs that kept the deniers out and that the illness would then be able to runs its course.” Piper set down her keys and slipped off her shoes.
“When did you think that?” Daphne asked.
Piper shook her head. “I didn’t think it. I just thought I remembered you or the hospital saying that.”
“Oh, I would never think that,” Daphne said.
Piper nodded. She grabbed a quick meal while Daphne scrolled through her phone and then Piper went to bed.
Morning came too soon, but as Piper was getting ready, she heard a light knock on her room door.
“Piper?” Daphne’s voice came through the door.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Can you come out here?”
Piper pulled her shirt down and opened the door. Daphne was standing there wearing the same clothes she had on the night before and her hair was loose and wild.
“I have bad news.”
Piper waited, trying to prepare herself for the worst.
Daphne just shook her head. “I’ve checked and you have the illness.”
Instantly, Piper’s head began to swirl. What?
“I spend all night going through your posts. Once four years ago you said, ‘We need to be responsible for the people in this city and stop the illness’ which is clearly a moral obligation usage, although I had to think about it for a good hour and do more research. And twice seven years ago, you reposted messages from others that talk about the illness getting a cure. Those were people we’ve known have the illness, so you must have caught it from them. I’m so sorry.”
Piper’s knees buckled and Daphne helped her get back to the bed.
“But I don’t understand. Wait! Those posts were so long ago, maybe I don’t have it anymore,” Piper said.
“That’s not how it works,” Daphne said. “You’ll need to call your job and let them know you won’t be coming in.”
Piper nodded.
“Get your stuff ready and I’ll take you to the hospital,” Daphne said. She gently patted Piper’s hand.
Numb and in shock, Piper did not remember what she said to her boss. She vaguely recalled well wishes and an affirmation that the hospital was the best place for her now. True to her word, Daphne took Piper to the hospital and helped Piper check into a room.
“I’ve asked to be transferred to your floor, so at least I’ll be able to monitor your progress,” Daphne said.
“Do you think I will be here long?” Piper asked.
Daphne didn’t reply.
The first day was full of pokes and prodding. Piper changed into the red jumpsuit that all the infected wore and they ran more tests. All of which produced the same result. She did indeed have the illness. It was a light case, but all cases were deadly. Eventually.
In the morning, Daphne was the first person that Piper saw. She would now be Piper’s nurse and work on her floor. Daphne took Piper’s vitals and reported that the illness was dormant today. But that was good, because it gave them an opportunity to try some treatments that might slow the illness down. Daphne left and returned with two vials. Both contents were injected into Piper’s arm. By lunch Piper’s arm was itchy and in the early afternoon hives began to break out on her arm. She called for Daphne and Daphne gave her some medicine to drink that helped the hives to go down a little. Piper’s stomach felt queasy after the medicine and she could barely eat her dinner.
Piper felt better in the morning and was able to eat breakfast. But then Daphne came in with two more vials.
“Do you really think I need those?” Piper asked.
“Absolutely! This is the best thing for you right now,” Daphne said as she injected Piper again.
Almost instantly Piper felt itchy.
“Oh no, it looks like you’re getting hives again,” Daphne said. She disappeared and came back with more medicine. Piper obediently drank the medicine, but her stomach recoiled. It wasn’t long after Daphne left that Piper began to vomit. Daphne rushed back in and held Piper’s hair and stroked her back.
“It’s the illness for sure,” Daphne said when Piper rolled back into bed exhausted.
The next day Daphne came in with four vials. Piper was too weak to say anything, but her body shook inside. The rest of the day was filled more hives, more vomiting, and a throbbing pain that shot through her body. Piper struggled to sleep all night and when Daphne arrived again with five vials Piper shook her head.
“I—I don’t want any today,” Piper managed to say.
“Nonsense,” Daphne said. “This is the only reason you’re still alive.”
Piper pulled her arm away.
“Piper,” Daphne said. “I’m only trying to do what’s best for you. I want to help you beat this illness.”
“Are you really sure that I even have it? I’ve tried so hard not to get the symptoms.”
“I know you have. You just didn’t fight against it well enough.”
“But can I just have today without the vials and see how I feel?” Piper asked.
Daphne shook her head. “That’s the illness talking. A few more shots of this and you will be feeling much better.”
But Piper did not. The hives, vomiting, and pain were all worse. Piper began to think that perhaps she would die. It was the thought that kept returning as she tried to sleep. Exhausted and weary, Piper rolled out of bed and tried to stand. Gingerly, she made her way to the door and she shuffled down the hall.
“Piper, what are you doing?” Daphne asked. She still had her winter coat on and was carrying her lunch bag.
Piper glanced at the door and then did her best to smile. “I’m just getting some exercises so that I can give that treatment a better chance of working today.”
Daphne tilted her head, but said, “That’s the spirit. Here, I’ll walk you back to your room. We don’t want you to tire yourself out.”
Piper endured the whole day waiting for night to come and Daphne to leave. Nervous energy filled her as night began. She waited until all was silent and then crept out of bed. She made it to the hall door and practically tingled with excitement. She was finally going to be free. But when she opened the door and walked through it, there was Daphne sitting in a chair by the wall resting.
Piper froze.
She could feel the door closing behind her and put her hand back to keep it from making a sound, but she was too late. The door clanged shut. Daphne’s eyes flew open and she stared at Piper.
“I was hoping you would be different,” Daphne said. “You were once so enlightened. You thought the right things and did the right things. But you were corrupted. You weren’t vigilant enough to fight against the illness and now it has you completely.”
“Daphne, just let me go. I won’t give anyone the illness. I won’t. I’ll never think anything wrong again.”
At first, Piper started to hope that Daphne would agree because she was quiet for a long time. But Daphne just shook her head and called for orderlies to take Piper back. Now Piper was physically restrained in her bed and her door was locked.
Time passed miserably for Piper. It was hard to tell days from nights as they all felt the same. Then she noticed that there was a different nurse in her room.
“Where’s Daphne?” Piper managed to ask.
The younger woman pointed to the wall. “Didn’t you hear? She’s in the room next to you. She caught the illness too.”
“B—but how?”
“She wasn’t vigilant enough. If you think there’s not a cure for the illness, newest research shows it’s a sure sign of a symptom of the illness.”
Piper wanted to sit up. “I thought there was a cure for the illness, that was why I came here. Can I go now?”
The woman shook her head. “No, it’s too late for you to get out. Once you have the illness you can never leave.”
Piper didn’t have the strength to argue or to think through what was happening, she had given that up long ago.