Turning around to answer John, I held the syringe in one hand and the note in the other. Carrie continued clawing mindlessly at the window while the rest of the group looked at me expectantly.
“The note says to administer this shot to Carrie. It’s supposed to stabilize her,” I answered. Eleanor shuddered, “Who’s gonna do it?” We all looked at Carrie. In this moment, it was hard to imagine she had been one of us just a few minutes ago. She looked to me like a grotesque, unnatural animal. Before I knew what was happening, my mind wandered back to those vague, dark memories of my time spent as one of these mindless creatures. The only thing I knew for certain was that it was time spent in intense pain. I was holding in my hand the means by which to take that pain away from Carrie. It would be inhumane to deny her relief of her suffering.
“I’ll do it,” I told the group. The handsome young man on whom I was certain Tammy was fast developing a crush stepped forward and told me, “I’ll help you.”
I took a deep breath and shook my head. “OK. It says to inject this into the side of her neck. If you’ll hold her still, I’ll stick her as quickly as I can and … ” I couldn’t think how to finish the sentence.
“Hope she doesn’t go beserk,” John interjected with a pained smile. “What’s your name?” he asked the young man. “They tell me it’s William,” was the response. John cleared his throat, “William, why don’t you stand on one side and I’ll take the other? That way, there will be one of us for each arm.” William nodded in agreement.
I looked at the syringe and topped it off as the three of us began our approach toward Carrie.