[ WP ] Write a short piece based on the object currently to your right/left .

***16:04 - Eastern Time Zone*** 
 
 `` Only one more hour.'' I huffed under my breath. This job was torturous. Repetitive typing, answering a phone with a obviously fake happiness, more typing. God, I was a secretary and somehow sitting at a desk for hours was exhausting. I shook my head at the fact that, yes, doing nothing really did exhaust me. 
 
 And made me thirsty. 
 
 I reach below my desk and grasp the slightly warm plastic that I had brought in with me. The Dasani water was room temperature, and I did n't feel much of an urge to drink it, but my thirst won out, and I twist the bottle open, listening for the tell tale `` click click'' of a new bottle. With little hesitation, I force the warm, slightly metallic liquid into my mouth, quickly swallowing so I could avoid the feeling of it for too long. 
 
 I shutter at the odd feeling of the warm water, then took another drink before placing it at my side. 
 
 ***17:12 - Eastern Time Zone*** 
 
 I was leaving late, again. Somehow my useless job only requires me to do work at the end of my shift. Is it really so hard to give me the work during the day? At least I get paid overtime. 
 
 My fingers clacked across the keyboard, creating the URL for a radio station. Whenever I stayed late, I always listened to the radio. I barely had clicked play when the sound of panic rose through. 
 
 * ” -ing, so whatever you do, do not drink Dasani water! ” * The reporter on my NPR radio chimed loudly. 
 
 “ Wait what? ” My mind slows to a halt, “ Don ’ t drink Dasani? Why? ” I ask the reporter, glancing at the bottle of nearly empty water to my right. I keep the radio playing, hoping they would go back to speaking about Dasani, but they did not. Now they were on about the newest controversy. 
 
 In my fear, I pull up Google and type in Dasani. “ It ’ s nothing, just a little joke. ” 
 
 When I click enter, the page explodes with news articles about the dangerous update. I read the first few headline: 
 
 **Dasani being released with deadly strain of Ebola in it. ** 
 
 *holy shit* 
 
 **DIRECTOR OF DASANI CLAIMS TO HAVE PUT EBOLA IN HIS WATERS** 
 
 Tons. There are tons of them. 
 
 ***20:42 - Eastern Time Zone*** 
 
 I sat in the hospital waiting room, fingering the empty Dasani water in my purse. I didn ’ t want to cause a scare for the people around me. Ends up, there are thousands of us. The news hasn ’ t released how far back the infected water goes, so we don ’ t know if it was days, weeks, months. 
 
 Tons of us are piled in the waiting room. The women next to me is sitting on my arm rest. Her legs oozing onto each side. Her wide hand holds a Zephyrhills water bottle, empty. 
 
 “ Ma ’ am? What are you here for? ” I ask, glancing at her bottle, then back to her. 
 
 “ The bottle scare! ” She screeches, flinging her hand up to show. “ We could all be infected! ” 
 
 “ You wouldn ’ t be infected unless the water was Dasani, all the news stations said that. ” My voice sounds a bit condescending, but honestly, they have not said a word about Zephyrhills. 
 
 “ You don ’ t know that! I need- ” A name gets called out, and everything silences momentarily. I don ’ t hear my name, but I don ’ t register who was called up anyway. The women next to me hefts herself, standing. “ I ” M COMING! ” She throws her words across the room before hobbling to follow them. 
 
 ***23:57 - Eastern Time Zone*** 
 
 I stood pacing in my hospital room. *This waiting is killing me. * Of course I had only just been put in the room, but it still is tiring. I am tired. I had placed the water bottle out of my bag and next to it. It was tightly sealed in a ziplock, then that ziplock was inside of another. 
 
 I didn ’ t want to stand around, waiting for them to come when it could be hours, so I didn ’ t. I walked to the bed in the center back of the room and easily lift into it. The blank white sheets were cold, but the blue blanket at the edge of the bed was warm. I close my eyes and trying to sleep. I ’ m not sure what time it was when I finally drifted. 
 
 ***Unknown Time*** 
 
 The feeling of a pinch in the crease of my arm wakes me. I look up, seeing the nurse leaning over me. Her face was covered by a light blue mask, her hair was up inside of a darker blue hair net. Or was that a shower cap? 
 
 I lift my head, or I try to. I try again, but it is being held down. There is a strap on my forehead. Why is there a strap on my forehead? I try to move my arms, then my legs, all with the same results. “ Hey! What ’ s going on? ” I ask, or try. It comes out more like a release of noisy air. My mouth is numb. Now that I think about it, most of me is. 
 
 I start to struggle, thrashing around as much as possible, which isn ’ t much, but it disrupts the woman, until she plunges a new syringe into me, forcing me into a state of unconsciousness 
 
 ***Unknown Time*** 
 
 I am delirious. The room is empty, there is nothing here. I woke up not too long ago, lying in the center of the floor. I can hear laughing. That ’ s all I can hear. 
 
 The laughter just frightens me. It ’ s male, and loud. Always laughing. I don ’ t think it ’ s a recording, because it is always a little different. 
 
 The laughter is interrupted by a click, and two bottles of Dasani are pushed through. “ Is this a joke? ” I question, loudly spewing my words. 
 
 Just looking at the bottles makes me thirsty, but I know better than to drink them. 
 
 ***Hours Later*** 
 
 God, I need to drink. I ’ m so thirsty. 
 
 My tongue slides over my lips, trying to wet them. The laughing has n't stopped. I needed that water. Maybe they weren ’ t infected? 
 
 I reach for one of the bottles, grasping it tightly. “ One sip wo n't hurt, right Dasani? ” I ask the inanimate bottle. “ One sip. ” I repeat in a whisper. 
 
 ***Unknown Time*** 
 
 The untouched Dasani bottle sits where it was left. I hold the other one. One sip turned into chugging it, and I *had* been pacing the room trying to figure out why I lost my self control. 
 
 `` Had'' was the key word in that sentence. I could hardly sit up at this point. My body was weak. I ’ d thrown up twice, leaving a pile of red and yellow in the corner of the room. 
 
 “ Stupid, stupid. ” I mumble to myself. 
 
 I throw the water bottle in my hand, or try. It barely goes away from me. The sheer force that I tried to put into the throw sends me to the floor, and I just lay there, on my side. The laughing continues, and I realize it is laughing at me. 
 
 The untouched Dasani bottle sits where it was left. 
 
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