By Alexis Weathers
It is spring of 2012, the second week of the H1N1 virus. I lie completely still on the couch, breathing small, shallow breaths. My skull is pounding, throbbing, making my ears ring something horrible as I listen to the commercial ending and the news coming back on the TV.
“Breaking news today: there have been 20 more 911 calls concerning the deaths of more H1N1, or as some call it the swine flu, victims across the state.”