"Love is like a virus. Fast, dangerous, immediately, unstoppable and contagious." It's just a normal school trip. It will be fast; children will chear up the sick people in Midtown Atlanta Hospital and then go home. That's what I told myself before everything went wrong. I was helping my sister to guide my nephew and the other children of the school to the hospital for them to make patients feel better, but we were quarentined. No physical contact, stay on a safe distance and not leaving for 48 hours. Or so everyone one though would resolve to control this deadly new virus that arose in Atlanta. But, who would say that through all of this chaos I find love?