The Case of the Forever Cure

The problem was that people shipped off to die were being cured.

And that was a problem for the people who sent them there. Because it meant lawsuits.

Dead people can't talk – or sue anyone.

It was all going fine until a volunteer nurse brought in her student-nurses and they started curing people.

With no other medicines.

All these people had been diagnosed as terminal, and quarantined.

So they had been sent to hospices in the suburbs – a fact completely unknown to the people living normal lives outside those clinic walls. Or the families of the afflicted.

If that quarantine was broken, the virulent outbreak would spread and decimate the local human populace. Millions more would die.

But this one nurse was curing these patients, instead.

And was prevented from telling anyone else about how she did.

I was there to find out her secrets. But I found out much more.

The people paying me weren't going to be happy...

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It wasn't any real surprise to me that these patients started getting better.

But my methods were unorthodox, and had been kept a secret for nearly half a century at this point. I was called in as a last resort by some very insistent, and very connected family of one of the patients.

And now he's fine, but neither I or him or anyone else can talk to anyone outside.

Well, I've got this detective fellow named Johnson who somehow wangled a way into my over-booked schedule. 30 minutes a day. Uninterrupted. And that's a miracle all on its own.

Typically, we are understaffed. And all volunteer. None of us were expected to ever return from the quarantine. But all their doctors and nurses had gotten ill as well, so they'd asked - no, begged for people to basically suicide in order to help these people live out their last days with some sort of dignity.

They got half the number they wanted, which was twice what they actually expected.

But they were city folks. Pretty cold and pessimistic. Hard to get a smile out of them.

And that was our secret weapon - infectious smiles. Works every time. Because you have to heal from the inside out, not just pile on more drugs and pills.

The main trouble was with the quarantine security equipment. The technicians to fix it were also sick. If it failed before we got this outbreak under control, it would roll through all the population of this suburb and those beyond it like no plague before it. And the infected would spread it further, all within a few hours of contacting it. All innocent carriers.

What was worst, it left babies alone. The ones that needed help the most. That was why we were here, originally. To solve why the babies weren't getting sick - and feed them and change them and cuddle them meanwhile.

But when the last of the nurses collapsed, we had to break into the worst areas and sacrifice ourselves. Because the walls were all glass, and we could see the entire ward from the maternity section. Damned if we were just going to stand there and watch them all die...

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