“Do you think someone can help me get to the health clinic?” Larissa restated the question she had just asked.
“Well, I’ll see. I have an appointment this afternoon, but I’ll see if another staff person can help you. We’re expecting the new pastor you know, so things are a bit hectic around here.”
“I remember. Thanks, Norm. My appointment is at two if anyone can help me out.”
“I’ll pass that along! Bye, Larissa.”
“Bye, Norm.” Another spasm of pain hit as the call disconnected, doubling her over. As soon as she could sit up again Larissa pulled herself to her feet and stumbled back to the bathroom, barely making it before she began to vomit. She could hear Bailey whirring as the robot continued it’s assigned tasks.
When her stomach was empty, she rinsed her mouth out, ridding it of the sour taste left from throwing up. She made her way back to the living room, intending to lay down on the sofa once more.
“Larissa,” the computer’s voice said. “Your body temperature is rising and your symptoms are getting worse. As you directed this morning, I have contacted the Emergency Team and they will arrive as soon as possible.”
Larissa settled on the sofa. “All right. If they take me to the hospital, call everyone on my contact list and tell them. And stay connected with me at the hospital while I’m there.”
It was a bare six minutes later that the Emergency Team arrived. Two Men and a woman in gray coveralls with black tool belts buckled around their waists carrying assorted equipment came into the apartment.
“Mrs. Franz?” The woman came up to her. “Did you call for assistance?”
Larissa nodded. “I woke up sick this morning. It’s not getting better.”
“All right. Just let us do some preliminary tests.” The woman took a piece of equipment off her belt and put it on Larissa’s forehead. In less than a minute, it beeped and the woman glanced at it critically.
“Well, you are running a fever. Can you describe how you feel?”
Larissa nodded and started to speak when another wracking pain seized her. Seeing the spasm, the three medical technicians bolted into action. Not two minutes after the spasm had passed, they had a stretcher ready for her and helped her onto it. While they made her as comfortable as the stretcher allowed, one of them used his mobile phone unit to contact the hospital so that a place for her would be assured. while, even as they were readying the stretcher, the woman continued with her interview.
“Mrs. Franz, you say this just started this morning. Is this the first time you’ve experienced this? Have there been any changes in your life over the last few months? Have you eaten any new foods?” The questions have continued as the stretcher was guided out of her apartment and to the waiting ambulance, which was a large, streamlined vehicle that rested on the roadway in it’s powered-off mode. Once it was staarted, it would gravitate to a height of seven feet off the ground to allow it the speediest route to the hospital, below the privately owned vehicles and above public transit vehicles.
Continued in Part 5