Aria
The clinic was busier than I'd ever seen it. The waiting area was packed. Nurses rushed past me, their arms full of IV bags and trays of supplies, while patients slumped in chairs, groaning or half-conscious.
I held a clipboard in my hands, but the paper in front of me blurred with each cry that reached my ears. Two young boys were brought in together, their arms limp around the shoulders of the men carrying them. A nurse shouted for a stretcher. Another man collapsed in the corner, foam at his mouth.
Pacing inside the office, I dialed Ethan's number. He picked up at first ring. "This is getting out of hand, Ethan," I said, my voice a little higher than I wanted it to be. "We have way too many patients coming in—all with the same symptoms. Overdosed, all of them."
"Don't panic, ok
