Sweat trickled down the sides of her face, creating a path
that sometimes tracked along her jaw or curved around the
shell of her ear before plummeting to her scrub top. The
drops created haphazard circles of moisture that covered
both the blue material then seeped on to the sterile coat
above it. Attempting to wick it away from her skin would
involve moving an arm made of stone, so Jasmine ignored the
irritating tickles.
The effects of this flu would be the
death of her if she didn't get some medical attention soon.
With her constant exposure to kids, the elderly and
sometimes the homeless right in the height of flu season,
she'd been stupid not to get vaccinated before the season
started. There had always been something that needed her
immediate attention though. By the time she made it to
employee health or the local pharmacy, they were either
closed, temporarily out of stock or providing vaccination
services at a different time.
She could have been more
diligent. She could have insisted, but no—
A shiver
sliced through her. Uselessly, Jasmine tried to burrow into
the long-sleeved lab coat she wore by pulling it tight
around her torso. It didn't stop the chill deadening her
fingertips and toes.
Someone sensed her plight and a warm
hand stroked over her back. "You okay, sweetie?"
The brown
eyes of her supervisor, Natalie, were laced with concern
when Jasmine turned to look into them. That she could make
the woman's normally stony gaze soften was a true testament
to how shitty she must have looked. Not to mention Natalie
calling her "sweetie."
Jasmine released a humorless sound
meant to provide comfort. The croak probably made matters
worse. "I can't seem to shake this bug," she said, patting
Natalie's hand. "Nothing some chicken soup won't
cure."
This time Natalie's eyebrows furrowed in a frown.
"No way do you get sick unless it's one of those migraines
of yours."
"Not this time, thank goodness. Right now,
though, I feel like death warmed over, and nothing in my
medicine cabinet is touching it."
Natalie took a half-step
back. She might as well have crossed herself too. "Yikes.
Maybe you should go home."
"I'm not contagious!" Jasmine
protested. As far as she could tell, she'd long since
bypassed the incubation period when she'd been most
susceptible to passing the illness along.
"Don't make me
order you to leave, young lady. You can afford to use up a
few hours of leave. They don't give bonuses for having the
fewest sick days used up, last I checked. I also think, by
some miracle, in some strange way, the dozen staff members
you leave behind will be able to function without you
here."
Ouch. Jasmine laughed, a sound that quickly
degraded into another croak. "I'm not that bad."
Natalie
snorted. "Yes you are. Go home. You've long since earned
it." Natalie's gaze dropped to Jasmine's hand in a small
subconscious move. The gesture alone made the small red dot
itch, and she almost made a move to rub it. The tests had
come back negative, so everyone said she had nothing to
fear. Of course, if she had nothing to fear, she wouldn't
have to come back to employee health for more tests in six
months, just in case.
"Yeah." Jasmine stretched,
using the movement to stifle her growing worry. Maybe
getting some rest wasn't such a bad idea after all. "I guess
I'll head home early if you think you can spare me."
"Just
make sure you call me if you need anything. Anything at all.
You look about ready to fall over."
Jasmine tried to grin,
but the protests of her facial muscles stopped the motion
midway. "I feel that way too."