I could never remember if a red square or red diamond meant the hospital was safe but I figured I was far enough away from the major roads to not have to worry. Then Eliza got sick and she kept getting weaker and we knew it probably wasn't anything to do with the outbreak we saw on the news because she wasn't showing any of the signs.
Nobody had told us that most of the initial symptoms are internal and by the time they're noticeable its too late to do much more than pray or put them out of their misery. Eliza kept saying she felt fine, she'd just spend her time coughing and sleeping and talking to her imaginary friend Jerry.
Now we know that hallucinations are one of the major signs of infection but she was four - four year olds have imaginary friends! How were supposed to know that she'd been scratched by an infected kid at school just before they shut the place down an turned it into another quarantine site.
I like to think we sent her to sleep before the worst of it happened but the truth is we went to the wrong hospital and left her there with all the other infected patients. By the time they're all dead they'll be too decomposed to identify and she'll have been dead long before then. We hope.
If I'd taken her to the right place - the hospital with the red diamond not the red square - she might still be with us or we'd at leave have been able to say a reasonable goodbye. But we didn't and we panicked and she's surrounded by strangers and she might still be alive and we tried, we truly did!
Still, if anyone asks, she's with the Lord now.
No matter who or what they find in the aftermath.
Nobody had told us that most of the initial symptoms are internal and by the time they're noticeable its too late to do much more than pray or put them out of their misery. Eliza kept saying she felt fine, she'd just spend her time coughing and sleeping and talking to her imaginary friend Jerry.
Now we know that hallucinations are one of the major signs of infection but she was four - four year olds have imaginary friends! How were supposed to know that she'd been scratched by an infected kid at school just before they shut the place down an turned it into another quarantine site.
I like to think we sent her to sleep before the worst of it happened but the truth is we went to the wrong hospital and left her there with all the other infected patients. By the time they're all dead they'll be too decomposed to identify and she'll have been dead long before then. We hope.
If I'd taken her to the right place - the hospital with the red diamond not the red square - she might still be with us or we'd at leave have been able to say a reasonable goodbye. But we didn't and we panicked and she's surrounded by strangers and she might still be alive and we tried, we truly did!
Still, if anyone asks, she's with the Lord now.
No matter who or what they find in the aftermath.
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