“We’re not sick, baby. We haven’t been exposed. If they keep us
down here until the scare is over, that’s understandable—”
“I want you here,” Dylan declares.
“With me. This separate cells shit is notunderstandable,
not at all.”
I silence him with a kiss. “If they let
Shanley in,” I explain, “then he might have something in that
pharmacy of his to destroy the virus. At any rate, he can help
Marie.”
“What about us?” Dylan raises his
voice, indignant, until he’s shouting down the corridor because he
knows there’s someone with me, there has to be. “What the fuck
about us? That’s what I’d like to know. What—”
“Dylan, shh,” I admonish. Ellington
shifts uncomfortably and even Conlan glances at us over his
shoulder—has Dylan been like this the whole time? Knowing my boy,
more than likely. “With Shanley here, he’ll talk sense into them.
He’ll run those tests of his and prove we’re not carrying
anything—”
Dylan groans. “Not thatagain,” he