Chromatsu Monologue

“---Here’s the vaccine...” Choromatsu heard someone say. He could barely hear them. He felt the needle pinch him, cool liquid going into his skin. He heard people leaving and it was quiet for a while. He closed his eyes again, falling back to sleep.

When he woke up, he saw scientists and doctors staring down at him, “Well, he doesn’t look pale anymore.” The doctor that was present said.

He didn’t feel cold anymore, the excruciating headache that he once had, was almost gone. There was still pain. It was dull, and it didn’t bother him much.

“Do you think he can still spread the infection?”

“--Don’t think so.” The scientist answered, glancing down at Choromatsu, “Let’s give it another day.”

Did they had a cure? After all this time? Choromatsu
This was hurting him terribly. There was a chance, he would never see his younger brother again.

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Before he left, Choromatsu had to sign a release form stating that he would not speak about what happened during his time spent here. He didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t sign it, so he signed it without much hesitation. They took him home after that. Choromatsu said nothing, during his ride home, still worried sick about his brother.

When he got home, he slides open the door to be greeted with a messy house. He quickly got to work, cleaning the glass shards off the floor, sweeping. He had done this many times, before. So it made no difference to him. The only difference, was that, it was quiet. A little too quiet.
It would be months until people would be cured of the virus that had invaded their immune systems, thanks to the immunes that ‘volunteered’. Choromatsu scoffed at this, it was more likely the government took them by force.

The gates that once separated Akatsuka district from the rest of Tokyo were now gone. They declared the rest of the population that hadn’t died off, healthy. People roam the streets once more. Since, curfew had been abolished shortly