CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SEVENTEEN
The women swallowed hard and nodded.
“But we still cannot visit him,” Jacob said. “We have to trust that Drayson will keep us updated.”
“Jill?” Heather asked.
Jill looked up at her dear friend.
“Can you check everyone?” Heather asked. “Especially the kids.”
“They say kids can’t get it,” Jill said.
“They are wrong,” Heather said.
“Are you sure?” Jill asked.
“I’ve seen this before,” Heather said. “Before you check people, you need to ask Abi for the virus signature.”
“She has it?” Jill asked.
“She has everything,” Heather said. “You can get the signature from Jill, Mike.”
Shrugging, Mike nodded.
“Abi’s standing behind you,” Mike said, pointing behind Jacob.
Everyone turned to look at her.
“Is it Sam?” Abi asked in her strong Isle of Man accent.
“I will help,” Abi said with a nod. “I cannot stop a virus. I can take them away. Sometimes, only sometimes. That’s all. Viruses are a part of you as much as they are ‘invaders.’”
“Can you take this virus away?” Delphie asked.
“I don’t believe so,” Abi said. “It’s too young. Too new.”
Although they didn’t understand what she was saying, they nodded at her care and sincerity.
“Do you need a sample of the virus?” Jacob asked.
“No,” Abi said. “Jill, give me your hands.”
Jill walked to Abi and held out her hands.
“Palms down,” Abi said.
Jill turned over her hands. Abi took Jill’s hands. Their eyes locked. As everyone watched, something undefinable seemed to move from Abi to Jill. After a few long minutes, Abi nodded and moved her hands away.
Jill stood in place for a moment before nodding.
“We have work to do,” Jill said.
“No,” Abi said. “Your best defense is to get good sleep. A full eight hours or more. Every single night. This will keep you healthier than anything else.”
“I don’t think I can sleep,” Jacob said. “I’m too wound up and heartbroken. I mean my dad is…”
The next thing Jacob knew, he was lying in his own bed with Jill sound asleep beside him. The sun peaked in through the front windows of the loft. He looked at the clock. Ten hours had passed.
He was wearing his pajamas and his pillow was wet from a shower. He had no memory of any of this. He used the toilet and called the hospital from the bathroom.
His father was in an induced coma with a ventilator keeping him alive.
“He is still alive,” the nurse said. “Strong. Fit. Very healthy. Don’t give up hope.”
“Thank you,” Jacob said.
He ended the call so that the nurse wouldn’t hear him crying. When he came out of the bathroom, Jill was holding out a mask to him.
“How is he?” Jill asked.
“Alive,” Jacob said. “The nurse said to not give up hope.”
“Then we won’t,” Jill said.
They put on cloth masks and went to wake their children.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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