Fever
World
Dear Wade,
I'm writing you this note because...well I'm
not even sure why really. Maybe it's because you are so sick, and the
way you speak of my double in your delirium touches my soul. Maybe
it's because I have seen so many like you come through these doors,
and stood impassive, turning away from the pain of their suffering.
I've cut myself off from them...seeing too much death will do that to
anyone I suppose.
I have no right to be writing in your
journal like this. But my fear is that you will never read this entry
anyway. And I feel as though I should get to know you. You, this
strange woman who calls out for me to save you...but it's not really
me you're calling out for is it? Yet something about seeing you here,
so helpless, makes me me feel something...something I thought I'd
lost. I want to know you. I want to see you smile...know that you
won't die like the rest of us in this mess. You've touched me
somehow.
No...you will probably never read this sweet
Wade...but I feel I have to leave you a moment of me. Be peaceful.
Rest. There will be an end to the pain soon enough. I dread to see
that day come, though I fear it fast approaches.
Quinn Mallory
Take me back to the
stories!