unease /aslan

They come for him before his shift at the hospital starts, white uniforms and an official looking letter, "Dr. Fenwick, your skills are required in Six to assist in the outbreak," their Captain says.

He barely has a moment to send Midas a quick text to tell him he'll be away for a few days before they're bundling him into the back of a black car with tinted windows, medical bag held securely on his lap. A soldier pulls his phone from his hand before he can finish typing his message, "Your husband will be informed, sir."

"Am I allowed to refuse this opportunity?" he asks, knowing that he won't get an answer. They called on him once before like this, plucking him from his front step at two in the morning after two straight days of working. A council member had suffered a heart attack, they needed it dealt with before the media got ahold of it.

"The council thanks you for your dedication and work to the future of Panem," the captain says in answer.

Aslan just sighs and watches his city pass by out the window. He's been out to the districts a few times before to deal with illness, but never anything so urgent. "Am I allowed to ask about what this outbreak entails? Am I in danger?"

"You will be briefed upon arrival, doctor."

He leans back in his seat, watching as the city gates are opened for their exit. Part of him feels ill at ease. He's heard of the rose plague of course, studied it and wondered at it in university but he's never lived it.

He wonders if he will be coming back this time.