'You have to leave now.' The voice was harsh, and loud enough to make Liz jump. Her eyes flew open, and she saw a doctor standing at the foot of her bed. He wasn't looking at her. He must be talking to Max.
'Are Liz's parents here?' Max asked.
'I don't know. But you have to leave,' the doctor insisted.
'Max, no,' Liz cried.
'I told her I'd stay until her parents… '
'All visitors must leave the hospital now,' the doctor interrupted. 'We're overcrowded, and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention is on its way to investigate.
They've ordered us to send everyone home unless they're ill.'
'The CDC?' Liz whispered.
'Is this a contagious disease?' Max demanded.
'We don't know anything,' the doctor said. 'But as a precaution, we'd like to separate those showing symptoms from those who are healthy. If it's a contagion, we don't know how it's spreading.'
'Everyone is sick with something different. How can it be one disease?' Max went on, raising his voice. 'Why is the CDC coming?'
Liz pulled her hand away from Max's so she could cover her ears. Immediately he turned to her. 'Sorry,' he said, lowering his voice.
'Max, go,' Liz whispered. 'If something's happening, you'll be able to figure it out if you find Michael and Isabel. Don't worry about me.'
He searched her face. 'Are you sure?' he mouthed, glancing at the doctor, whose back was turned.
Liz smiled. 'I don't think you have much choice. But as long as you're out there trying to solve this, I'll feel better.'
'Okay.' Max didn't sound too confident. 'I love you, Liz.'
Then he turned and followed the doctor down the hallway.
Maria bounced her leg nervously. She didn't know what to worry about most. Her mother, who was still wheezing air through an oxygen mask? Her little sister… sister!… whom she'd left at her house with Michael? Her father, who was even more of a jerk than she'd ever thought? Or the entire
city of Roswell, which seemed to be in the grip of a bizarre autoimmune failure?
'Max!' Isabel cried. 'Over here!'
Maria spotted Max weaving his way through the crowded room. When he saw them, his worried expression turned to one of confusion. 'What are you guys doing here?' he asked. 'Who else is sick?' He glanced at Maria's mother.
'She has asthma,' Maria informed him.
'And Kyle's inside somewhere,' Valenti added. 'He sort of passed out.'
'And Jesse,' Isabel added. 'The new lawyer from Dad's firm.'
'Where's Liz?' Maria asked.
'They have her in a room. She was one of the first ones here,' Max said. 'But they haven't figured out what's wrong with her. They've barely even tried to.' He glanced around. 'Have you seen her parents?'
'No,' Maria said. 'But it's been getting more and more crowded. They might have a hard time finding parking and getting in.'
'Then they're not going to get in,' Max said grimly. 'They just kicked me out of Liz's room. They want visitors to leave. Something strange is going on here.'
'Where's Michael?' Isabel asked.
Maria shot a glance at her mother. She hadn't told her who Sadie was… when they'd gotten to the DeLuca house, Amy was too sick to care why Maria had some kid tagging along with her. 'He's… uh… babysitting,' she replied.
Isabel raised her eyebrows. But Maria was spared any more explanation, because at that moment about twenty
people in big, puffy decontamination suits burst into the waiting room.
If this were a movie, Maria thought, everyone would be screaming and running around in terror. But in reality, all the people in the waiting room were so frazzled already that they just stared numbly at the people in the suits.
One of the suits made his way over to the reception desk and picked up a microphone. His voice came over the PA system. 'We need everyone who is not sick to please file slowly outside,' he said.
Nobody moved.
'That is, if you're here because you are ill in some way, you can stay,' the suit said. 'Everyone else has to leave now.'
Maria and Isabel exchanged nervous glances. 'I'm not leaving until someone tells me what's wrong with my son!' Valenti called.
'Me either!' yelled someone else. The protest caught on, and the room filled with angry voices.
'I'm afraid you have no choice,' the suit answered. 'We're from the Centers for Disease Control, and we've been ordered to set up a quarantine here.'
'Here we go again,' Maria muttered.
'What about my son?' Valenti yelled.
'Those actually ill will be transferred,' the suit replied. 'The hospital will be kept running as usual for accident injuries, pregnancies, and ongoing medical care.'
Now Valenti jumped to his feet. Maria grabbed Amy's hand and held on tight.
'Transferred where?' Max demanded. 'Why?'
'We're taking those who are ill over to the new Meta-chem
building,' the suit explained. 'Their labs are more up-to-date than the hospital labs, and they've graciously offered us the use of their facilities to quarantine and care for the sick.'
This news practically caused a riot in the waiting room. The people in suits, the regular doctors and nurses, and the patients and their families were all yelling at and pushing one another. Maria was so busy trying to figure out who was in charge that she didn't even notice the cops until Isabel grabbed her arm.
'I think we should do what they say,' Isabel said grimly. 'Look outside the doors.'
Maria looked through the glass windows in the doors. Outside were a bunch of cops in riot gear. 'Where did they come from?' she asked.
'They're not local,' Valenti commented, stepping up behind them. ' Roswell doesn't even have that many cops. My guess is they're private security. Maybe the CDC brings their own goons with them.'
Around the room people were quieting down. It seemed everyone had realized that the CDC was calling the shots here. Maria turned to check on her mother, but Amy was gone. 'Mom? Mom!' she yelled. She thought she could see Amy heading off down the hallway with a nurse. 'Mom!' Maria realized she was being herded toward the door with the rest of the crowd.
'What about my son?' Valenti was yelling. 'Who do I call to get updates?'
'Mom!' Maria cried. She felt tears running down her cheeks. Where were they taking her mother? How could they just pull her away like that?
She felt an arm around her shoulders and looked up into Max's eyes. 'Come on, Maria,' he said. 'We have to go.'
'My mom,' she said.
'We'll figure it out,' he told her. 'We always do.'
Before she could protest, they were outside on the sidewalk in front of the door. Maria's group was one of the last to leave. She and Max turned around as they got outside.
The doors closed in their faces.
8
Liz raised herself on her elbows and looked around. She was in a giant room with dark gray walls. There
