The next day at the hospital is no less demanding than the previous one. I'm sent running for supplies the moment I walk in the door. It becomes quickly obvious that flu, which has been threatening us for weeks, is now running rampant through our city. It's too early to tell how bad it might get, but as the fifth person in the space of an hour walks into the hospital looking for relief, I'm forced to admit that I need to do something about the growing sickness.
I pull Kingston, who has been working alongside me, into a corner and discuss my concerns with him. He agrees that we're seeing the doctor's suspicions come to fruition and that something will have to be done to stop a potential epidemic before it starts.
"Send someone to appraise Wolfe of the situation but tell him to keep his distance," I instruct my personal guard. "He'll need to decide what measures will need to be enacted for security."