Thomas woke up this morning with a terrible flu that has not allowed him to get out of bed. There are so many people that need to be looked after at the refuge that it’s unbearable. There is not enough medicine for everyone, and whenever the government sends packages to shelters like ours, they run out in no time. How do they expect us to survive under such conditions? A few doctors here and there improvise and have managed to cure a small percentage of the hundreds that currently reside here, but it is not enough and viruses spread quickly. The toughest part is having to leave Piper with Thomas in order to attend my daily morning meeting with the mayor, that consists of the same concerns each time that do not seem to have any solution. This afternoon I mentioned Thomas’s state to Mr. Robinson, my neighbor back when tragedy had not struck our lives.
“I’m worried that he’ll get worse each day,” I mumbled. I was feeling tired and did not really want to speak with anyone.
“He’s a strong boy, Samantha. You know he’ll manage. Hasn't the mayor offered you anything from the medicine box he keeps?” He scratched his chin as if I actually knew what he was talking about, and was just being oblivious to the fact that some medicine remained from the last packages. I suddenly felt wide awake and interested in what the old man was telling me.
“Medicine? The last time we spoke he told me that we were in urgent need of more and needed to contact the government as soon as possible.” I still could not believe that there was any left and was being kept by the mayor!
“Listen,” he leaned closely and lowered his voice so that no one else around would hear our conversation, “I am not sure whether anyone else knows that for sure, but I did hear some rumors and kind of actually saw him carrying three or four packages to his dormitory late at night.”
That bastard! People were in need of the medicine now, why would he want to keep it for himself? I needed to take action, but even after several years of working for him, I am still unable to confront him about anything. When I went back to check on Thomas and Piper, Thomas was severely ill and pale, and when Piper had her first sneeze, that was it for me. I told them mommy would be right back, and made my way outside of the refuge. The air was oddly cold, but I didn't mind because I could feel the determination in my veins. I looked around to make sure there was no one to be seen at a short distance and walked through the small path that lead to the mayor’s thrown-together dormitory. I took a deep breath and gently pushed the wooden door into the tiny room. No mayor. This was my chance to retrieve some medicine for my son. The packages were not difficult to find, probably because I know the mayor so well. While opening the package and searching for something that would cure Thomas, I felt some sort of remorse and thought what would be the repercussions of my actions. I was literally stealing from my boss. My thoughts made me stop for a minute when unexpectedly the door cracked open. The mayor could not believe his eyes.
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