There are some things on this world I might never understand, and, this entire journey might well be one of them.
John was worst every day, I knew he wast paying attention to his state, so I had to take things on my hands, I knew there where some soldier camps a few blocks away, I haven't got out much, but occasionally saw them carrying medical supply's trough the window, I knew John needed an antibiotic, we needed help, but he refused to ask for it, and told me the soldiers shouldn't know that we where here, but 2 days ago he collapsed, he had fever and wasn't even able to talk, unknowing what to do, I remembered the number on his cellphone (that infamous number he told me to call if I ever got in trouble), I called without knowing what to say, a cold man's voice on the other side made some questions, I inform him about the situation far as I knew, the man did not gave any detail, but at least told me what to do, he told me to look up among johns things for a small briefcase inside a bag, the damn thing had a security lock, but the man on the phone gave me the pass code, inside unlabeled, there was a 3 set serum samples and the proper equipment to apply it, he asked if I knew how to use the equipment, and after my reply he said "that will be all" and gang up without giving me any chance to ask anything...
I applied the shot and by the morning John woke up, I told him everything and he did thank me, but avoided to mention anything else about the entire incident...
Two days after he is like new, it seems like nothing ever happened, we are still here, the situation it's the same, I started to wonder about those soldiers (even some helicopters going over my head) ...what are they doing here?, and why are they sealing the center of the town...?
What could be inside so dangerous to make them do that...?
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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