He'd had the fever for a couple days, then nausea. Now the ugly red and purple rash was spreading across his back and his stomach, and deepening to black, and Doctor Raul's service wasn't picking up. "Right, I'm taking you to the hospital."
He was too weak to argue. She put her shoulder under his armpit and walked him to the car. When they hit the first police roadblock, she diverted to side streets; at the second, she rolled down the window and waved over an officer. "What's going on?"
"Is he sick?" The cop asked, hand on his gun.