Yes. Helpful? Also yes.
The doctor is queued up next, that âSomething is seriously wrong, Mr. Stoneâ look on her face. Then again, Sabrina has had that look on her face since we met, so maybe thatâs just how she always looks.
âHi, Sabrina,â I say, bracing myself.
âWe need to build a shelter.â
At least somebody around here gets right to it.
âWhy?â
âMost of the passengers suffered mild hypothermia on the first night. Some, such as yourself and Ms. Lane, moderate cases. This morning, Iâve observed a trend: about half the passengers have a cold. If they remain out in the elements, that could progress. If it rains, theyâll fare even worse. We could have cases of bacterial infection or pneumonia soon. At a minimum, I would like to move anyone with a compromised immune system, older passengers, and anyone on an immunosuppressant therapyâwhich are common for autoimmune diseasesâto the nose section and enclose it.â
âOkay. Let me have someone check the trees supporting it. It moved some last night. If it collapses under the added weight, weâll be worse off. Iâll be back this evening, and weâll reassess then.â
âWhere are you going?â
âSomeone has to scout the area around us, look for food, maybe even helpâor a better shelter.â
Her eyes grow wide. âFine. Anyone but you.â
âWhat?â
âYou canât leave.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it would be chaos here without you.â
I just stare at her, unsure what to say. Sheâs probably right. That worries me, but it also brings a sense of something I havenât felt in a long time: fulfillment. Right now I feel like Iâm doing exactly what I need to be doing, that Iâm making a difference in peopleâs lives. I havenât felt that way in a very long time.
A BREAK. BOB FOUND A pallet with some food in the nose section. It was tossed around, torn to pieces, but itâs yielded enough for two meals. Thatâs brought morale up and quelled most of the complaints for now.
Sabrina has added a request for medications, especially antibiotics, to the luggage survey, but so far the poll hasnât revealed much. Thereâve been reports of fishing gear, and two passengers claimed snorkeling setsâbut itâs all in checked baggage at the bottom of the lake, locked inside those steel crates. Iâve felt out a few of the guys who swam out to the rear section with me, and none of them are keen to go diving into the wreckage. I canât say I blame them. Instead, Iâve sent them out with some of the other passengers whoâre still in decent shape to scout the surrounding areas. They left a few hours ago in four teams of three, one for each cardinal direction. Theyâll hike until they find something or someone, or until midday, whichever comes first, then head back, hopefully arriving before sunset. Weâll know a lot more then.
I hope.
HARPERâS SICK.
She awoke with a ragged cough, a headache, and a low-grade fever. She swears sheâs okay, but Sabrina is concerned enough to move her, against her protests, to the nose section.
Iâve checked the trees supporting the back of this section. They still make me nervous, but I donât see a better option at the moment.
Weâve hung blue blankets over the open end, but every few minutes an icy draft makes it past them. During the day, itâs colder than by the fire at the lake, but I figure it will be much better at night, especially after Sabrina packs it full of patients.
The mysterious Asian, Yul Tan, has come up with a better solution: build a wall. He and Sabrina have stacked the first- and business-class carry-on luggage from floor to ceiling, plugging any holes with deflated life vests. It looks kind of weird, but it works.
Harper takes her old seat in first class, 1D, and stretches out.
âI feel
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