Leroy and Hunter
Leroy rubbed his head. Half the station was down with this infernal flu!
Flu!
Whoever heard of aliens getting influenza? And yet, that's what the healers were calling it.
Damnit, they couldn't do a thing. Even the best healers couldn't scrape the surface of this damned virus.
"What we need is for someone to live through it," one had observed. "From there we could make a vaccine."
They so far, everyone was just plain sick. And it wasn't just on the station, it was on the surface too.
"Ahh choo!"
Leroy looked over at Hunter.
"You too?" he asked.
Hunter sighed.
"Guess so."
Leroy shook his head. Oliver and Tate were both already down with it. Damn this.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Leroy said.
A healer tentatively stepped inside.
"You wanted regular reports on our progress?"
"Yes, thank you."
"It would appear, sir, that this flu was incubating. Chances are we were all infected long before now."
"Do you know how long it was incubating for?"
"Perhaps a month. It's not certain."
"A month? A month ago was... the evactuation and the tournament!"
The healer nodded.
"Chances are aliens everywhere are infected."
Leroy shook his head.
"Any idea for a cause? Or even what we can do to cure this?"
"Still working on that. The human's vacine method is the best option we have so far."
"Okay. Keep up the good work."
The healer nodded and left.