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MICHAEL is lying in a single bed, his face violently inflamed. CARLA is with the DOCTOR, a much older man.
DOCTOR
Remind me, how old are you now?
CARLA
Michael’s fifteen.
DOCTOR
It’s scarlet fever. He’ll be in bed
for several months. At least.
MICHAEL turns into the pillow, a wet patch beneath his head. Delusional with fever, he senses a presence at the door. He turns. It’s EMILY. But at once CARLA’s arm pulls her away.
CARLA
Keep away. He’s contagious.
They vanish. The door closes. In the corridor the DOCTOR is heard.
DOCTOR
Burn the sheets. Complete
isolation. And three months is the
minimum.