Gospel of Blood

How are you, little sisko? I'm sorry I took so long to answer your last letter. There have been some problems at the college and hospital; even us trainees must work during the night. Too many people falling ill. We think it's some kind of flu, the doctors are still researching it.
I miss old Finland. I miss the snows, the snow-blanketed buildings, our language, our friends… And most of all, I miss mum and you, Mina. Remember that snowman we made on a sunny day at the top of the hill? Its head was melting, and I ran him through a complete medical check, while you refuted my theories and suggested others. Our final verdict? Overheating. Then you pushed me to the ground – and down the hill we went, wrestling each other and laughing until we were dizzy. I still keep the sketch mum made of our soaked selves.
I have to go, now. Mark, my room-mate, is sick as well. He will have to stay at home, the hospitals are overcrowded. I will take care of him, whatever it takes.
Take care of you, Mina. Take care of mum.