The Day the Music Died - Erica & Matt || Day 12
Erica had been on camp for only a day- and yet she already found herself in a situation so over her head. Not hard, considering her psychical height and propensity to feel overwhelmed, but regardless, she was trying to get the lay of the land. She found herself adjusting quickly though- perhaps stress did that. Her thoughts were on Cody, and whether or not he was even still out there, waiting for her, wanting her. Sheâd been told that there was another little boy on the farm as well, though sheâd not seen him yet- or his father for that instance.Â
Once sheâd been informed of the childâs bite she understood why. Compassion was part of Ericaâs job description, and sheâd felt nothing but that for the father and son. knowing that she could likely be in the same predicament at any moment. There was, however, a seemingly silent consensus from those she had met at the group that perhaps she could do something- perhaps she could help. Hope was something that people grasped onto, Erica understood that. But if they honestly believed that she could heal the child well- they were out of luck.Â
She stood outside of the door for about ten minutes, working up the courage to enter- preparing herself for anything that she might see. The memory of the first walker she saw fresh in her mind, and impeded her ability to even step through the door- what ifs dancing through her mind as the life of a child lay in the balance. Swallowing her pride she opened the door, slowly taking in the scene before her- which was seemingly more upsetting now that it was real. She had no words as she approached him, but jumped slightly at his voice. âWhatâs he taken? When was the last dosage administered?â Erica approached the boy slowly, looking at the father for approval. âI- I donât think weâve met.â She shook out her hand in the hopes that they would shake. âErica Davis. RN.â SHe wasnât used to tacking her job title on the end of her name, but she figured it might help the grieving man next to her.Â
âWhatâs he taken?â
âWe scavenged a lot of stuff, but like I said⌠heâs just a boy. Gave him half a vicoden about two hours ago. Helped a little. At least heâs sleeping again.â And that was a small blessing because heâd started skipping into bouts of delirium. The first time heâd asked for his mother, Matt had made the mistake of reminding him that his mother was gone. The heart-wrenching sobs had almost undone him. If Todd had noticed the tears, the younger man had been polite enough not to mention them.
After that Matt had just started telling him that his mother was away. It had been easier than enduring that bitter agony over and over again. He perked up slightly at the mention of her name and title. Of course he wasnât sure what sheâd be able to do that Todd hadnât already tried, but anything was better than nothing right?
âMatt Lowery, and this is Zach.â He sat forward, brushing the hair back from his flushed face. âHeâs been feverish. Tried using Tylenol to bring it down, but Iâm not sure its working.â











