"Virus. There's a virus, it's the one that Vincent released and it— it killed everyone and I need to make the vaccine—"
She tugs herself away from his hand, shaking her head, shoulders quivering and she hates this, she hates it, and she was never half as afraid when it was only her in that room. She's lived long enough, and against all manner of odds, and the world losing one girl won't make a difference.
"—and I don't know how—"
But there are families on this island, some of them she sees every single day when stumbling to the kitchen, head possibly pounding from oversleep or an extra glass of wine that does her no good, in retrospect.
"—I have it in my blood, I have the cure, we need to get a knife because I can't—"
Can't lose him, she thinks, shaking her head while her hands tighten around his collar. Were she thinking clearly, it wouldn't be an issue. Too many seconds have passed. He should be bleeding out. But he isn't, and the only thing that keeps her from realizing that is the way every second seems to stretch into eternity.
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She tugs herself away from his hand, shaking her head, shoulders quivering and she hates this, she hates it, and she was never half as afraid when it was only her in that room. She's lived long enough, and against all manner of odds, and the world losing one girl won't make a difference.
"—and I don't know how—"
But there are families on this island, some of them she sees every single day when stumbling to the kitchen, head possibly pounding from oversleep or an extra glass of wine that does her no good, in retrospect.
"—I have it in my blood, I have the cure, we need to get a knife because I can't—"
Can't lose him, she thinks, shaking her head while her hands tighten around his collar. Were she thinking clearly, it wouldn't be an issue. Too many seconds have passed. He should be bleeding out. But he isn't, and the only thing that keeps her from realizing that is the way every second seems to stretch into eternity.