It was the middle of the day when she arrived. While she had been on a call with Ashleigh, Bell had received the news about Myka. As soon as she could get Ren set up with Corrine, she hurried down to the hospital in southern Winter.
Opening the door to the lab, she caught the end of an ongoing conversation.
“I just don’t understand,” Peter sighed, rubbing his temples. “Every sample I take, they’re just sitting there. They aren’t attacking or growing, just sitting. But his body is getting weaker. His fever keeps spiking.”
“I can’t put my finger on it,” Alice whispered, “but there is something familiar about this….”
Looking at a slide of Myka’s blood, she could see what Peter meant. The infection was apparent, but it was holding. As she stared at it, she felt a strange déjà vu, as though she had seen something similar very recently, but her mind was not providing her with the answer.
