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FIGHT/CURE NICOLE K. TSAKOUMAGOS Master of Fine Arts in Fiction Cleveland State University May 2021 submitted in partial fulfillment for the requirements of the degree MASTER OF FINE ARTS at the CLEVELAND STATE UNIVERSITY May 2021 We hereby approve this thesis for NICOLE TSAKOUMAGOS Candidate for the Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing degree for the Department of English, the Northeast Ohio MFA Program and the CLEVELAND STATE UNIVERSITY College of Graduate Studies _________________________________________________________________ Thesis Chairperson, Imad Rahman _____________________________________________ English, April 16, 2021 _________________________________________________________________ Thesis Committee Member, Caryl Pagel _____________________________________________ English, April 16, 2021 _________________________________________________________________ Thesis Committee Member, Christopher Barzak _____________________________________________ YSU English Department, April 16, 2021 Student’s Date of Defense: April 16, 2021 FIGHT/CURE NICOLE TSAKOUMAGOS ABSTRACT A complex pandemic dubbed the Mutli-Pan (Multiple Pandemic) has begun to destroy humanity. Rather than a new virus with specific symptoms and treatments, the human immune system has become incredibly weak. Every terminal disease and major organ failure have become extremely contagious and are metastasizing at alarming rates. It’s not just a race for a single cure, but for every cure to every disease and bodily failure. The leader of the efforts for treatment and research is the mega conglomerate, PharmaCo. They have recreated the hierarchy of medical practice and issued a mandatory draft to recruit as many medical personnel as possible. Among the drafted is Rowan Mendez, a young student Intern trying to juggle his studies, work, and caring for his sick brother, Isaac. Their parents died due to the Multi-pan, leaving the pair to try and survive on their own. Isaac’s kidneys and lungs are failing, but Rowan is able to keep him stable with his access to more advanced equipment and their parents’ life insurance. Rowan is able to maintain the tenuous balance of responsibilities thanks to his perseverance, quick- thinking, and his addiction to WakeD, an OTC stimulant supplement. He begins to see cases of what appear to be violent reactions and deaths due to a new substance during his work. Isaac’s heart fails, leaving him on life support in the ICU and Rowan to try and find a solution before Isaac dies. He tries to procure transplant organs to no avail but hears about PharmaCo conducting human trials for a possible cure to the Multi-Pan. He agrees to participate in the trails on behalf of Isaac only to find that the drug that was causing the violent deaths he’d previously seen at work are due to the cure. He has to iii fight against patients of the Multi-Pan who are in belligerent, bloodthirsty, medically induced trances. He is able to survive because of his strong immune system, previous experience as an MMA athlete, and determination to save Isaac at all costs. iv TABLE OF CONTENTS Page ABSTRACT ................................................................................................................... iv CHAPTER I .................................................................................................................................. 1 II ................................................................................................................................. 9 III.............................................................................................................................. 19 IV ............................................................................................................................. 38 V ............................................................................................................................... 50 VI ............................................................................................................................. 63 VII ............................................................................................................................ 82 VIII ........................................................................................................................... 90 IX ........................................................................................................................... 123 X ............................................................................................................................. 142 XI ........................................................................................................................... 153 XIII ..........................................................................................................................158 v CHAPTER I Rowan can’t stop thinking about Isaac back at home. He just hopes Isaac is still breathing. His Emergency Alert hasn’t gone off, so he should be okay. But Alerts have failed before. His professor is probably annoyed by his feet tapping and pen-clicking. He’s annoyed with his professor’s weird chain-smoker voice. He’s talking about lung failure, like some kind of sick joke. Sick. Joke. Rowan really should be paying attention. Isaac’s lungs started failing a week ago. His kidneys had already been going down for a few months before that. Rowan already know what’s happening. He knows what his professor is talking about because He’s seen it at home. Now he gets to see it projected on a screen in ultra HD. The professor points and prods around the fake lung. Rowan should still pay attention. He can’t stop tapping, clicking, tapping, clicking, tapping, clicking- “Shortness of breath, or rapid breathing,” he says. Tap, click. “Wheezing, and wet coughs with mucous expulsion-,” click, click, tap, tap, tap, tap. “-bluish hue to the skin-” clickclickclickclick, “Fatigue.” taptaptaptaptapclick, “Anxiety.” CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK. “Blood cannot be properly oxygenated, which can lead to…” Isaac’s mask will fog up less and less with each passing day. Rowan reminds himself that he should probably get a new tank and some more tubing on the way home. 1 There’s an exam on the respiratory system in two weeks. Then a practical a week later. He hopes Isaac gets better before then. Class is over before his hand cramps up from the clicking. One of the only good things to come out of the Multi-Pan is how clean buses are these days. He doesn’t miss the feeling of needing a shower after a ride on the subway. The buses, the polyurethane tubes they move through, even the people are all clean enough to eat off of. Rowan has about an hour between when he gets home and before he leaves for work. He decides to phone Isaac. He grabs his Alert out of his bag. There are scratched up divots on the screen from all the most familiar numbers and buttons. Having a disposable cellphone used to be a joke. Now, everyone gets new, more efficient, more sterile Alert each year. Disposable Smartphones. Isaac’s Vital app says everything looks normal. Rowan scrolls thought Isaac’s PD and specialists to see if anything’s been updated. No change. He presses Isaac’s tab. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Beep. Beep. Beep. He has to manually keep his heart from sinking. Vitals are still normal. Isaac’s probably in the bathroom. If he doesn’t call back and his vitals tank in five minutes, Rowan will call an ambulance. The grey plastic vibrates and sings in his hand before he can finish the plan. 2 “Hey Rowan,” Isaac says on the other end of the video. Immediate relief. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?” he asks. “Nah, I was just grabbing some chips. I didn’t wanna pick up with his hands all greasy.” He carefully lands a chip on his tongue before crunching it up, “You done for the day?” “With school, yeah. I have a shift at Sacred Heart later. I thought I told you?” Isaac coughs a little between his chips but recovers easily. “You okay? I can try to call off.” “Nah, yeah, I’m okay. Piece of salt hit a dry patch in his throat.” His voice isn’t as raspy as it was yesterday. His complexion looks peachier than yesterday. Rowan feels a pinprick of optimism. “You good on oxygen? Tissues? Xans?” he asks. Isaac looks around his room before answering. “I think we’re down to one tank, but that should last me until tomorrow, right?” “I’ll grab a few on my way home after work. I already passed the WellMart.” “Gotcha. Alright, I’ll keep the door open for ya.” “See ya in a bit.” They sign off the call. Rowan focuses on a free space of window across from his seat. The world skims by at fifty miles an hour, but he can still pick out all of the landmarks. Johnson’s place. The Gastro Center. Costco. St. Peter’s Oncology Clinic. His old elementary school. A Mercury AIDS Institute. The buildings and streets in the negative space are sparingly dotted with people in and out of a rainbow of various masks and Haz-med suits. A goth couple with neon tubes in their hair and stylized gas masks walk by. He wonders if it’s even possible to get a pure costume gas mask 3 anymore. Then a well-dressed mom pushing a suited baby in a bubble stroller. She’s either a die-hard Anti-Vax or the baby had less than good Immuno-Comp scans. Rowan stands up and heads for the door before the bus slides to a stop. First the bus door opens, then the tube doors. The neighborhood Isaac and Rowan grew up in looks mostly the same, save for the different levels of quarantine. All of the houses have the mandated sterile shower and suit closet built off of the side. A most are Silicone-bubbled.