Dear readers, tonight with us are a woman and her son facing the end of the world. But while ancient gods have come alive and are fighting for supremacy, their world revolves more around Adam’s leukemia.
They are here to tell us about the personal and literal end-of-the-world facing them.
Tell us a little about where you grew up. What was it like
the firestorm we lived in the suburbs north of Baltimore, Maryland. I’m an art
historian turned stay-at-home mom. Now we live here, in Johns Hopkins hospital,
room 833 in the Pediatric Oncology wing. We’re lucky, I guess, because I saw a
fireball land north of us that night. You know, the summer solstice. I’m sure
everything back home burned. I only have the clothes I packed and Adam’s
scrapbook because I was working on it right before the storm.
Dad too. He lived with us.
But your father isn’t here at the hospital, is he?
Adam: No, he
dropped me off and then had to go to work.
(clears throat): We’d recently separated. It’s complicated. But no, he didn’t
answer his phone. I called and called. I don’t know how else to reach him.
I’m sorry to hear that. I’m also a little confused. How
did you end up at the hospital?
Adam: I had
yeah, that’s the short answer. Adam is in his second year of treatment for
leukemia. A fever is an emergency in an immunocompromised patient so I was
driving him here when the firestorm started. Listen, you said you had to take
down information for hospital records, but can you talk to Dr. Abramson?
Explain to him that we can’t leave.
Well, I don’t really have any influence with him.
get that the hospital is running out of supplies. They’re running out of food,
fuel for the generator, and medicine. That’s the only reason I agreed to let
them do surgery on Adam to remove the port in his chest, but we’ve done
everything they’ve told us. Don’t let them send us outside. My son…his body
can’t take it. I can set up a school here on the hospital campus. I can sweep
the floors. I’ll do anything to keep my son safe.
not why we can’t leave, Mom. You’re afraid the dragon will come back.
Dragon? What does that mean?
we arrived in Baltimore another fireball landed. It grew into a tornado, moving
down Orleans Street straight toward us, but when it was close I saw a dragon’s
face in the flames and she flapped her wings at us. That’s what pushed us into
the hospital a moment before the tornado burned through where we’d been.
that’s not true. He’s got a great imagination from all the manga he reads.
Why are you lying?
Because it doesn’t make any sense. The world has changed so much in only a few
weeks. We have to stay focused on the facts. There’s been no communication from
outside of Baltimore and we don’t know how widespread the firestorm is. There
could be people from other states trying to get to us, to help. There could
still be electricity and a government. Or, there could be nothing. I don’t want
to complicate it all with wild rumors.
Other people have also claimed that fantastic creatures are
roaming through the area. What do you think about that?
I’ve heard about the giant golden bull that races through the sky and eats
souls, but I don’t have time for that. Honestly, it sounds like something from
an ancient story or piece of art. Mesopotamians, for example, featured many
supernatural animals in their mythology. They had lions, bulls, dragons, all
kinds of hybrid creatures.
But, that is history, not relevant today. My
primary concern will always be Adam. How do I take care of my son when modern
medicine is gone? I look out that window right there and I see people starving.
Tent camps set up where the Walters Art Gallery used to be. People with burns
that don’t heal. Gangs looting collapsed houses. It’s scary and it makes my
mind spin with anxiety. I’m trying to hold it together for Adam, but I don’t
understand why this happened.
Without Craig, you must feel very alone.
Rachel: Well, I have Nurse Lauren. I wouldn’t have my sanity without her. She and I became best friends over the course of Adam’s treatment because I spent more time here than I did at home. And, when I was home, none of the other moms knew what it was like to have a child go through what Adam is experiencing. He can’t use the swimming pool on certain days, depending on his blood counts. He could wake up and need an emergency trip for platelets or blood. And the medications. It’s like learning a whole new subject at school. Certain ones like methotrexate mean he can’t be out in the sun while a steroid protocol means he’ll be an emotional mess. I would be lost without Lauren’s friendship, but you know what she’s like.
Uh, I’m not really sure. Black hair? Short?
Not at all. How do you not know Nurse Lauren? She runs this floor.
There’s a lot of people. Maybe I’m bad with names. So, Adam,
what do you do to relax? Do you play with toys? Have a favorite stuffed animal?
Adam: I’m eleven
years old. No, I don’t play with toys. This interview is stupid. I’m going to
the teen suite.
<The hospital room door closes behind
Sorry, he’s used to being treated like a third adult in our family. I guess he
took your question the wrong way.
I’m not offended. I just wanted to know more about him. He
looks like a regular kid. Why is he so special?
The interview is over. Thank you for your time.
a minute. Why are you so interested in my son?
Tell me a secret and I’ll tell you mine. Make it a good
Rachel: Fine. You know what? I saw the dragon, too. The night of the firestorm. She was in the flames. It was just like Adam said. She extended her wings. I thought it was to kill us, but the rush of air pushed us into the hospital before the buildings around us burst into a fiery inferno. I don’t know how to process that information. What the hell is the firestorm?
Was that secret good enough? What’s yours?
I AM that dragon.
Sherri Cook Woosley has an M.A. in English literature with a focus on comparative mythology. Her short fiction has been published in Pantheon Magazine, Abyss & Apex, and Flash Fiction Magazine. Walking Through Fire is her debut novel, a combination of her interest in Sumerian mythology and her experience as a mother to a child with cancer.
You can find Rachael and Adam on the pages of Walking Through Fire.
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