Roger
I scan the lounge and the next thing I know, I"m shouting. "Anyone call for help?"
The bartender leans over the counter. "Medical"s on the way."
Blake runs his fingers through his hair. “They have designated freezers for the dead ones, you know.”
I keep pumping away, Blake keeps talking. "The old ones," he says. "They come on these cruises and just keel over. You wouldn’t believe how common it is. These ships, most of them, have morgues."
People cluster around, trying to figure out what happened.
"It"s not an accident, that"s for sure," a woman claims. "This must be, what…the fifth one?”
The lady next to her agrees. “Something"s going on.”
"I heard the ship is half empty on account of that virus going around over in Asia. They say it might spread stateside too."
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