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031: VIDEO

[He's sticking a sign to the door of the clinic. Here, let him read it to you.]

Symptoms of seasonal flu: stuffy nose, sore throat, aches, shivers, cough, sneezing, headache, mild fever, and the incurable urge to spread it around in public.

If you've got one or more of these and you're not pregnant, suffering with a pre-existing health problem or at least reasonably certain you'll be dead before the weekend's out, don't come to the clinic. If imminent death is a possibility- [He taps the phone number at the bottom of the sign] call.

We've got a bigger crowd than usual in today already. Let's try not to turn it into a pandemic.

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[It's not too long later that Chase is padding over the same grass, paper bag in hand.]

1900? [Not the strangest name he's heard.]

[He looks up, managing a small smile.]

That's me. Hi, doc.

You weren't wrong about the green.

[There are a couple of different pill boxes in the bag he hands over, and a small bottle of water.]

Should I take all of these right now?

[He's swaying somewhat as he reaches out for the bag.]

Woah. [A steadying hand gets applied to his shoulder.] No. One from each pack no more than once every four hours.

Okay. And you said this will go away eventually?

Probably.

[Not necessarily, but there's really no point exploring that.]

After this weekend, it probably won't matter if it doesn't.

Right. Because we're supposedly all going home.

That's how it usually works.

I'll try to trust you on that.

You don't have to trust me, you just have to wait it out. Preferably in a moving vehicle.

[A weak nod.]

I think I'll go get on the subway, like you said.

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