"There might be nothing to tell," said Bruce, though he obviously didn't believe that. "The moment we start telling people that we could have a deadly virus on our hands, we'll have anarchy. Our quarantine will be flooded with people who don't have it, but think they do and are desperate for a cure, some of the actually ill people won't come for fear of being locked away, and it might turn the healthy on the sick out of fear."

Trust him. It might not have been like this, but he had been in small villages before where outbreaks had reacted like that on a smaller scale. He wanted to keep this as calm as possible.

"We just tell everyone that the virus is contagious, that's why there's a quarantine, and we urge everyone affected to come to us for help. No panic, but help."

And that was when Tony showed up, and Bruce swore under his breath, having to take a couple of deep and calming breaths. "Alright, Tony, looks like you've got this flu bug going around. Don't worry, we're working on an antidote, but right now you just need to come rest in the main medical hall, okay?"