“It’s okay.Why don’t you help Alex with mixing the paints to make the right color.”
“Leo, we have a problem. A really big problem. I think. I think John has the plague.”
"Oh my goodness. I’ll go get the doctor. Thank you for telling me Alex. I hope you caught it in time.”
I’m in the workroom with Leonardo helping him with his painting that he is going to name “The Last Supper”. All of a sudden, John comes bursting through the door. His face is all red and he keeps panting like he ran a marathon.
John walks over to me. I’m not too thrilled. John doesn’t look to good and I do not want to get sick. I can’t get sick! I have Leonardo’s paint pallet in my hand. I am trying to make a shade of red. John coughed again and this time blood goes everywhere. Finally, I’m able to put all of the pieces together.
“I am very sorry. There was nothing I could do. John is dead.”
What am I going to do?
I’ve figured it out! John has the plague! I go sprinting over to Leonardo. Leo’s face lit up with fear. He looks speechless.
What should I say to him when I see him? This will be awkward.
I watch the door until the doctor comes in. He has a really weird looking mask. Leonardo points to the room when John is. The doctor walks in and about 10 minutes later, he comes back out with his head hanging low.
This isn’t good. Why does he look sad? The doctor slowly walks over to me and Leonardo. Leonardo’s eyes start to water. I want to burst into tears. I don’t want to get back to work. Every second of everyday I’m going to think of John while I am working.
I decide to take a long break from work. I walk back up to the door to Leonardo’s work room. I open the door and slowly walk through.