Chapter 100

His gaze shifts to Shanley, who clears his

throat, speaks in his comforting, almost feminine physician’s

voice, the kind of voice a doctor shouldhave, the kind that

lends itself to a good bedside manner. Professional and caring and

distant and so damn compassionate, it makes your eyes tear up to

hear it. “Jeremy,” he starts, and that about does it, his name in

that voice, because Conlan’s face crumples like a used tissue and

he struggles not to cry. “I’ve been thinking,” Shanley hurries on,

easily snagging our attention. Even Ellington’s listening. “I’ll

have to get into the colony to study the disease and make sure, but

from what you’ve told me, this sounds like a fairly

straight-forward filovirus. It has all the classic symptoms. Now,

I’m not set up here to do a hemoflush, all that stuff’s back at the

station, but there are alternatives—”

“Like what?” Ellington wants to know.

He laughs, a harsh sound in the close corridor. “You want all of us