#40 Bio-hazardous Material

It was a delicate procedure. One I’d rehearsed a thousand times over in my head. A thousand times and still my inadequacies seemed to be amplified by my inability to manipulate my hands in those thick rubber gloves. I could feel the sweat beading on the tip of my nose as the lenses of my gas mask began to fog. My desire to remove the suffocating contraption was, of course, hindered by my awareness of the consequences of such an action. Any exposure would lead to the inevitable gagging, vomiting, and eventual loss of consciousness. The idea that one human being could be cruel enough to subject another to this was unthinkable! I fumbled with the contaminated material and as I did so, I made a startling discovery. "Honey, we’re out of wipes! Could you bring me a paper towel?!" I yelled through the mask as I struggled to subdue the flailing infant.