"No, I'm already immune," Faye bit out, continuing to press at his shoulders whenever she can with the palm of her hand, even as she persisted in trying to blink the bright butterflies out of her vision where they obscured, darting about and making it impossible to focus on Trip. There wasn't the time to explain how she'd managed to be injected with the cure, wasn't the time to do anything but hope that Trip had escaped the quick onslaught of the virus, even though a part of Faye's heart continued beating harshly against her chest.

No way.

There was no way that he'd managed to escape, having lingered for as long as he did.