“I want to know where my brother is,” Sammy demanded, folding her arms across her chest as she glared at the doctor.
“He is being evaluated,” the woman replied.
“He doesn’t need to be evaluated. We were already ‘evaluated’ at the other complex. We weren’t Changed,” Sammy snapped.
The woman ignored her. “My name is Dr. Hartley. You are Sammy…,” Dr. Hartley started to say.
“Yes, and my brother’s name is Todd. What is going on?” Sammy interrupted.
“General Troyfield requires that all new refugees entering Asylum be thoroughly tested to ensure they have not been infected,” Dr. Hartley continued.
“What if we don’t want to be tested?” Sammy calmly questioned.
Dr. Hartley paused from where she was writing on a form connected to a clipboard, and looked up at Sammy. Her lips tightened and sh
