In her nearly thirty years as a mediwitch and with most of those years spent right here, Alice Butler had never seen anything the likes of this outbreak. Nothing should be spreading this fast and furious. Nothing. It was all she could do to keep up with the patients in front of her much less expend much thought for the others on the floor.
After making sure that the last patient in her section was as stable as he could be and with every alarm spell she could think of cast on him in case he started deteriorating, she headed toward the sound of Healer Bulstrode's voice. "I think someone sent a message upstairs," she said as she neared the younger woman. "I just hope to Merlin they have to good sense to not come down here until we've got a handle on it."