“If any of the other women are
dilating, let me know.” Shanley hands over another hypodermic
needle, still wrapped in plastic, and a package of lancets. “When
you’re done with the shot, I want blood samples from all those who
are sick.”
Ellington nods again, clasps the medical
supplies in tight fists as he leaves the med lab. “I’ll go with
you,” Parker offers, following the older man. I think this room’s
getting too crowded for him.
Once they’re gone, Shanley pricks Marie’s
finger with a lancet. “I have to run some tests, doll,” he tells
her, “just to see what we’re dealing with here.” A bead of bright
blood fills the tiny needle, and he presses a small square of gauze
into her hand, which curls into a fist to staunch the wound. “How
are you feeling?”
“Tired,” Marie admits. To emphasize
her point, she yawns, lying back against the pillow. Conlan
smoothes the hair away from her damp brow and frowns down at her.
Seeing the concern in his eyes, she tells him, “I’m not