Friday, April 1, 2011

Flash Fiction Fridays: Spring Fever


How do you interpret Spring Fever? Is it a flirty crush or the first pitch at a season opener? This month, Flash Fiction Fridays will offer five stories, each with its own distinct take on our topic. First up is Jason G. Anderson.


Pandemic
By Jason G. Anderson

Dr. John Andrews looked through the transparent wall in his office toward the hospital entrance below. Hundreds of people filled the normally clear area, all seeking medical help. He turned as another doctor entered his office.

“We’ve received another sixty-seven patients in the past two hours,” said Dr. Susan Hallow. “They’ve all tested positive for Xyalo’s Syndrome.”

“Damn it.” John turned back to the window. Xyalo’s Syndrome, or “Spring Fever” as the original colonists had nicknamed it due to the time of year it struck, was a disease that had once killed hundreds a year. No one had ever worked out exactly what it was that caused Xyalo’s Syndrome. Starting as a simple body ache and fever, it progressed quickly to coughing and vomiting of blood, then the lungs and brain liquefying. Death was always the result.

Fifty years ago, a vaccine had been developed on Earth. When injected annually, had proved 100% effective in stopping the disease.

Until now.

“Has the lab determined why the vaccine isn’t working?”

Dr. Hallow shook her head. “We ran a comparison of the latest batch of the vaccine to some old stock we located. They were a perfect match. Dr. Wu is trying to figure out what has changed, but it’s going to take time.”

John closed his eyes. He had feared that. More than a million people lived on the planet. They were all at risk.

Dr. Hallow continued. “Has there been any response from Earth?” 


John snorted in disgust. “Sure. They’re sympathetic to our plight and assure us that the vaccine is fine. They’ve offered us the full services of a ‘consultative’ team via hookup to assist us in diagnosing what’s really wrong, because we must be morons to think it’s a disease that they cured decades ago.”

“What? You can’t be serious. Eleven people have already died! What more do they want?”

“No liability.” John sighed. “While Dr. Wu is trying to create a vaccine that works, have the lab start synthesizing penicillin and probenecid.”

“Penicillin? We haven’t used that in over a century.”

“Not quite true. The early colonists found it was the only thing that would slow the progression of Xyalo’s. Until the lab can give us a working vaccine, a penicillin with probenecid dose is our best bet at keeping people alive.”

“How long will it give us?”

“Three days. Five if we’re lucky.”

Dr. Hallows nodded. “I’ll tell him right away.” She turned to leave.

“Susan...”

Dr. Hallows stopped, looking back in surprise. “Doctor?”

John shook his head. “Never mind. I’ll be down to help in a few minutes.”

She left, still looking surprised. John looked at his hand as he flexed it, the ache already starting to spread to his elbow. He didn’t think five days would be long enough for Dr. Wu to synthesize a new vaccine.




Jason G. Anderson is the author of The Vampire Drabbles: 40 Bites of Fiction. He lives in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia with his wonderful wife, Marina, and their three cats. During the day, he assists scientists researching Antarctica, analyzing satellite imagery and helping the scientists to manage the large quantities of data they acquire. At night, he prefers to write about imaginary worlds far removed from our own. You can find out more about him at http://www.jasonga.com.

2 comments:

Jason G. Anderson said...

I admit, I had been watching too much House MD when I saw the topic, and this story just came to mind immediately. Thanks for accepting my story Karen.

Karen Wojcik Berner said...

My pleasure, Jason. Thanks for contributing.