Eryn did not stay awake for long before she slept again. She was not showing any sign of getting worse again, but the others were worried that she might have infected them with the mysterious virus. As she was sleeping they discussed their options.
“It seems like sleep in itself is a remedy.” Ridley said
“Yes, it does appear so.” Dalton said. “Is that possible?” He asked Kingsley
“Very unlikely, but definitely possible. If the virus itself only causes a mild insomnia that inhibits the body from battling the disease properly it might even be a cure.” Kingsley said
“A very odd virus that shuts down the speech center and causes insomnia, but nothing else – not even fever.” Lance said
“So what we need is sleeping pills?” Mac asked
“Yes...” Lance said
“Or better yet; anesthetics.” Kingsley said
“But we don’t have those, do we?” Dalton asked, and everybody shook their heads. “So we need to get some.”
“At the hospital, maybe?” Sasha asked
“Yes of course, except for the curfew.” Asher said. “We’ve been lucky so far, and haven’t run into any patrols. But if there is one place we can be sure to meet them it’s at the hospital.”
“He’s right.” Kingsley said. “And I doubt they will include it in the rations package…”
“So we’re just going to sit here and hope for the best?” Sasha asked angrily
“If I had some strong, pure alcohol, I could make some ether…” Kingsley said
“Really? How?” Lance wondered
“It’s rather easy, I just dehydrate it.” Kingsley said
“Ok, I’ll be right back.” Lance said and went out the door
Everyone looked after him confusedly.
“Where is he going?” Ridley asked
“I have no idea.” Asher said
“I have.” Dalton said and smiled amusedly
A few minutes later Lance came back, carrying a box that Kingsley and Dalton recognized. He put it down on the table and opened it. It contained nothing but bottles.
“Pure alcohol, ey?” Asher asked
“Yes. Since the curfew set in there is a huge profit in selling black market alcohol.” Lance said. “I would take this home and dilute them to about 30% and sell them for a reasonable price.”
“And make a fortune, no doubt. You’re a true entrepreneur, my friend.” Dalton said
“But now they will come to better use.” Sasha said and smiled
“Indeed.” Lance said
“Ok, let me see here…” Kingsley said and started looking through the kitchen
He gathered up a variety of glass jars and pots. Then he did the same in the rest of the apartment. Anything he could use he confiscated, and started building a chemical apparatus. He used duct tape and rubber gloves to make it air tight. Finally he was finished and they all gathered to marvel at his creation. Obviously it wasn’t very pretty, but it would serve its purpose fine.
“Ok, let’s get started.” Kingsley said and started pouring the alcohol into the apparatus
Everyone was standing around him, following every move he made.
“Uh, guys… This is going to take a while. Hours and hours. So you may want to find something else to occupy yourselves with…” He said to them
“All right, let’s go; to the living room.” Dalton said
“This might not be the best time, but is anyone up for a game of mafia?” Ridley asked
“Don’t be silly, this is a perfect time! Come on, let’s get the deck out.” Dalton said
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