Don't they know it's the end of the world?

Rosalee's daily alarm went off as her eyes shot open.
'This is just great,' she thought as she stood up and got knocked back down by a cough.
"What the hell?"
She looked over to the culprit that woke her up at... 2 a.m. and she sees that it's her phone.
     "Hello?"
     "Hi", a strange voice says, "do you work at the Good Samaritan Clinic?"
     "Yes, what's wrong?"
     "It seems like everyone in town is sick! Please hurry!"
     *click*
She hurried into the shower and rushed to get ready for work. On her way to work, She heard a little ruckus. She saw the side of a red tent coming from behind Castle Apartments, but she ignored it, because she was on a mission. She also realized that her mother hasn't called her yet. 'Maybe she wants to give me a break this morning. Or maybe it's 3 a.m. and I have to be at work.' Rosalee thought. She put her headphones in and started to jog across the street to the Good Samaritan Clinic.

When she got inside, she felt a rush of sickness wash over her and smelled the scent of death. Everyone was coughing, and she was trying to avoid as many people as possible. "Where's Clara?" she thought. She needed to know what was going on.

Rushing behind her desk so that no one can get her even sicker than she was, she saw the phone on the desk. She hurried and called Clara Kate. Rosalee needed her to be here. She couldn't do this alone.

*RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNG*
     "Hello?" she heard a slightly annoyed voice say. Rosalee felt really bad about waking Clara at 3 a.m. but she is definitely needed here today.
     "You must come quick. The clinic is full." Rosalee said. Then, she heard Clara Kate scoff, which is the noise she makes every time Rosa's accent goes crazy and she can't understand her. "She has to know that I'm trying... It's just not that easy." Rosa thought.
     "Alright," she starts, "I will be there as soon as I can."
     *click*
Rosa turned away from the phone to look into the eyes of an ill person peering over her desk. Rosa told the sick woman to back away from the desk and the woman spits on the window. 'Good thing I have that thing.' Rosa thought.

The door opened, and Clara Kate walks in. Rosalee ran from behind her desk and Clara says, "What is the emergency?"
"Swine flu." Rosa says, and Clara does that little scoff again. Oh crap.
"What the hell is sign flu?" she asks, and Rosa feels like an idiot. "OH! You mean swine flu... Well the Jehovah’s Witnesses may have been right. People’s immortal souls may be more important than I once thought."
Rosa looks at Clara with a strange look and walks away. "What the hell is Clara talking about?" Rosa thinks, then proceeds to go back behind her desk and answer the enormous amount of phone calls.
The day flies by, being filled with prescription papers and surgical masks around people's mouths. Just as quickly as the chaos began, it ended. Finally, they were down to the last patient, and he yelled at Rosa, cursing her, and saying that it was the clinic's fault that everyone got sick. This is just what the clinic needed: a scandal.
Rosalee thought that she had about enough of today, and just as the bad was turning worse, Rosa's mom sent her a text.
     *Rosa, dear. We need to talk*
Rosalee thought about it, and decided against it.  She had enough of her mother and her pushy ways. Rosalee put her phone away, and decided to go for a stroll. She walked behind Castle Apartments to see what she saw before, and heard a rumble in the sky. She continued walking and saw the red tent from earlier. She also saw 11 other tents.
"They're crazy for sleeping in this bad weather," Rosa thought and walked over to the park. She checked her watch and saw that it was 9 p.m. Just as she was about to enter the park, a burglar ran up to her and held a knife to her.
"Gimme yo left shoe," the burglar said rudely, and Rosa gave him the shoe... right in the face. She ran back home, thinking this was karma for not calling her mother and not going home. She hurried on the elevator as soon as she got to Castle Apartments and ran to her room. She took off her right shoe, tossing it in the direction of the waste basket, and picked up her phone. She dialed the last number that called her and waited for the dial tone.
     "Hello?" a woman said, with a thick Puerto Rican/ New York accent.
     "Hi Mommy. It's me, Rosalee. I'm sorry."