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vehicles on their way here from Jacksonville. I guess the unit had been overrun,” Chris said.
“So what was the deal?” Jim asked.
Royce explained that he and Kathy were currently the only people that knew how to use the farm’s welding equipment. The residents had needed their skills more than they thought they needed the M249. They told Jim that they had also received slightly over four thousand rounds of ammunition in the deal as well.
They spent another hour together before Arzu reminded Jim he had to return to the RV. Jim reluctantly went back to the hospital, accompanied by Arzu, Berk, and Kayra. On the way back they stopped by the outdoor kitchen and Jim visited with his mother until Arzu again reminded him to return to the RV.
When he returned to the RV-turned-hospital, Dr. Shultz checked Jim’s vital signs and gave him his medications. He told Jim he was doing well but had an elevated pulse. Jim took the prescribed diuretics and steroids from the doctor; the medicine was meant to increase the fluid Jim voided to help prevent increased pressure in his skull. “Make sure you take your meds. If the pressure gets too high I’ll need to drill a hole in your skull,” Dr. Shultz said. “Besides, I’ve never done that and would have to read up on it,” the doctor added.
“Yeah, doc. I’ll take my meds,” Jim assured him.
“Truthfully, I think you’re not at much risk of that. Otherwise I wouldn’t be letting you walk around,” Dr. Shultz said.
As the doctor had requested and Arzu ordered, Jim retired to his hospital bed for the evening. He neglected to tell his family or Dr. Shultz, but his headache and nausea had steadily increased since he had gotten out of bed and remained upright. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, Jim was asleep.
Dr. Shultz told Arzu that he wanted to keep Jim for one more night and then he should be fine to stay with his family. Although Jim continued to improve a great deal, he’d have to be careful and not overexert himself for quite some time.
While Arzu listened to the doctor, they heard some sporadic gunfire that sounded like it had come from the outer perimeter of the farm’s barricades. It had become a more common occurrence over the past few days. Arzu thought of the reports she’d heard about the infected venturing out more in the sunlight as the disease progressed. What government and Ham radio broadcasts had been reporting concerned everyone. Thankfully, they had the security of the farm.
As Dr. Shultz had said, the next day Jim was allowed to leave the RV and rejoin his family and friends. He’d been given another day’s worth of the diuretic medication and some dietary restrictions on salt, alcohol, and coffee. Jim broke the coffee restriction when he walked back to the MRAP with his third cup that morning.
Arzu glared at Jim and slowly shook her head as he approached with Berk and Kayra in tow.
“Oooh, you got the stink-eye, Dad,” Berk said and giggled.
“You’re in trouble,” Kayra added and laughed along with Berk.
“Don’t you two need to go to school?” Jim asked.
“It’s Saturday, no school today, Daddy,” Kayra responded.
Jim saw Hank approaching. “Berk, Kayra, you guys go see if your mom needs help, please,” Jim said.
As his youngest children left his side, Jim finished the last sip of his now cold coffee and walked to greet Hank. Hank smiled and waved to Arzu and the kids and then looked over Jim from head to toe. “Looking better, Jim. Can you walk with me?” Hank asked as the two shook hands.
“Sure, Hank,” Jim said and motioned for Hank to lead the way.
Hank began their conversation by thanking Jim for solving the problem of Luther Vance.
“Who?” Jim asked.
“That was his name, the biggest of the two brothers. The younger one was Raymond. The two others were Freddie and Vanessa Lutz. All of them had a long history of violent crime and drugs and prison before this started. They got worse after the chaos
“So what was the deal?” Jim asked.
Royce explained that he and Kathy were currently the only people that knew how to use the farm’s welding equipment. The residents had needed their skills more than they thought they needed the M249. They told Jim that they had also received slightly over four thousand rounds of ammunition in the deal as well.
They spent another hour together before Arzu reminded Jim he had to return to the RV. Jim reluctantly went back to the hospital, accompanied by Arzu, Berk, and Kayra. On the way back they stopped by the outdoor kitchen and Jim visited with his mother until Arzu again reminded him to return to the RV.
When he returned to the RV-turned-hospital, Dr. Shultz checked Jim’s vital signs and gave him his medications. He told Jim he was doing well but had an elevated pulse. Jim took the prescribed diuretics and steroids from the doctor; the medicine was meant to increase the fluid Jim voided to help prevent increased pressure in his skull. “Make sure you take your meds. If the pressure gets too high I’ll need to drill a hole in your skull,” Dr. Shultz said. “Besides, I’ve never done that and would have to read up on it,” the doctor added.
“Yeah, doc. I’ll take my meds,” Jim assured him.
“Truthfully, I think you’re not at much risk of that. Otherwise I wouldn’t be letting you walk around,” Dr. Shultz said.
As the doctor had requested and Arzu ordered, Jim retired to his hospital bed for the evening. He neglected to tell his family or Dr. Shultz, but his headache and nausea had steadily increased since he had gotten out of bed and remained upright. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, Jim was asleep.
Dr. Shultz told Arzu that he wanted to keep Jim for one more night and then he should be fine to stay with his family. Although Jim continued to improve a great deal, he’d have to be careful and not overexert himself for quite some time.
While Arzu listened to the doctor, they heard some sporadic gunfire that sounded like it had come from the outer perimeter of the farm’s barricades. It had become a more common occurrence over the past few days. Arzu thought of the reports she’d heard about the infected venturing out more in the sunlight as the disease progressed. What government and Ham radio broadcasts had been reporting concerned everyone. Thankfully, they had the security of the farm.
As Dr. Shultz had said, the next day Jim was allowed to leave the RV and rejoin his family and friends. He’d been given another day’s worth of the diuretic medication and some dietary restrictions on salt, alcohol, and coffee. Jim broke the coffee restriction when he walked back to the MRAP with his third cup that morning.
Arzu glared at Jim and slowly shook her head as he approached with Berk and Kayra in tow.
“Oooh, you got the stink-eye, Dad,” Berk said and giggled.
“You’re in trouble,” Kayra added and laughed along with Berk.
“Don’t you two need to go to school?” Jim asked.
“It’s Saturday, no school today, Daddy,” Kayra responded.
Jim saw Hank approaching. “Berk, Kayra, you guys go see if your mom needs help, please,” Jim said.
As his youngest children left his side, Jim finished the last sip of his now cold coffee and walked to greet Hank. Hank smiled and waved to Arzu and the kids and then looked over Jim from head to toe. “Looking better, Jim. Can you walk with me?” Hank asked as the two shook hands.
“Sure, Hank,” Jim said and motioned for Hank to lead the way.
Hank began their conversation by thanking Jim for solving the problem of Luther Vance.
“Who?” Jim asked.
“That was his name, the biggest of the two brothers. The younger one was Raymond. The two others were Freddie and Vanessa Lutz. All of them had a long history of violent crime and drugs and prison before this started. They got worse after the chaos
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