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MAY 16. MEDICAL WING, GRAND TETON MALL. @maraxsinclair
Days blur into nights and back again in the three weeks that have passed since their arrival in Idaho Falls. With the schedule Teddy’s been assigned, there’s been so little time to do what he came here to accomplish in the first place. Alexei Volkov runs a tight ship and makes sure to keep all the petty footsoldiers occupied; with both he and Felix busied with patrols and hunting during the day, the only time to ask around for word of Mara is in the few free hours between work and dinner. Teddy thought he might manage to comb through the gossip trails of the QZ sooner, but Idaho Falls is much bigger than he expected, and the medical wing much busier. Each time he visits the old, converted pharmacy, there never seems to be a good time to interrupt another medic to ask if they know a Mara Sinclair. Besides, after witnessing the fucking dictator execute a man who speaks out about injustices, Teddy knows he shouldn’t be caught asking too many questions. He treads carefully, lies low, tells himself it’s for Felix’s sake.
It’s the fourth time he’s been here to seek her out ( so much for third time’s the charm ), but he holds onto a small hope despite the dwindling odds in his favor. In Boston, Teddy and Mara made a list of all the quarantine zones they could escape to, and in the ten years that have passed since then, he and Felix have traveled to all of them — except here. Teddy promises their son they won’t leave until they know for sure if she’s in Idaho Falls or not.
When he enters the makeshift clinic, it’s quiet for once. There’s no apparent chaos or injuries or blood, only a young looking person unpacking fresh medical supplies from a crate. They meet Teddy’s eyes, though they don’t stop their sorting when they ask if they can help him. Teddy wastes no more of their time in his response. “Sorry to interrupt,” he starts, “Is there a Mara Sinclair on staff?”
