<strong>Yoatz~ with Helen and Maddy</strong><br/><br/>Yeah, that was exactly what he wanted to hear.  The Flu. Great. He came in from the horses just to catch a batch of Flu.  Terrific.<br/><br/>“Her nose isn‘t wet. Check her for parvo too,” He replied dryly.<br/><br/>Yoatz placed the blanket bundle just as Helen... He was sure her name was Helen.  Anyway he put the blanket bundle down just where Doc Helen wanted her.<br/><br/>Flu. He hated sick. Hurt. Broken. Burnt. He could tolerate that. But that other crap that turned a man into a foaming Petri dish experiment gone wrong. Green crap every time he threw up or coughed. The head ache that throbbed everywhere for days. Death looked better and he was always too sick to finish the job.<br/><br/>He did NOT want anyone to share that with him. Especially when they hadn’t gotten acquainted yet.<br/><br/>Yoatz scanned the exam shelves. He reached for one of those green masks that covered the nose and mouth, the kinds with the elastic ban that went around the back of the head.<br/><br/>“Is it too late for this?”<br/><br/><br/><br/>