Addie quickly obliged to Sage's commands, gently tucking her beefy fingers underneath the unconscious man's shoulders to help tilt him onto one side.  "Sounds like he's pretty damned congested," she grunted, one hand still placed on his shoulder to help keep him slightly elevated.  There was a faint, rasping noise that occasionally managed to escape the man's mouth--but every time he exhaled, mucus and droplets of blood dribbled down the side of his mouth before sliding towards the tip of his chin.  When Parker had returned with the wet towel, she snatched it out of his grasp with her free hand, proceeding to gently wipe away the mess around the ill man's lips.<br/><br/>In the meantime, Emily remained huddled against the other female's body, unaware that her own shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.  Having been isolated in her little bubble all her life, she'd never experienced something quite this<em>terrifying</em>.  All the stuff on the news about epidemics and lethal flus seemed like it was in a far off world--not right here in So-Cal.<br/><br/>"I need to wash off," she blurted out suddenly while ripping away from Sarah's grasp.  Nearly tripping over her own feet, she stumbled back into the kitchen and practically dove towards the sink.  The realization that the man--the incredibly<em>sick</em>and<span class="bbc_u">dying</span>man---had sneezed millions of his little germs all down her front had sent her into a panic.  As she scrubbed ferociously at her palms and face the distant sound of sirens managed to make its way through the cracks of the diner.  However, by the time the ambulance had screeched into the parking-lot, Addie rose to her feet.<br/><br/>"Nothin' they can do now," the woman announced solemnly, wiping her palms on her apron.  "He's gone."