Lana's POV.
The medicine was already in my hands by the time the second nurse came back with it.
I had seen this coming. Deep down, a part of me that had been quietly calculating since the first confirmed case two weeks ago — had prepared the suppressant compound three days before I ever thought I’d need it for my own child. I told myself it was just being professional. But now, as I uncapped the vial with trembling fingers, I realized it was more about dread. A mother’s instinct, working several steps ahead of my conscious thoughts.
"Jacob." I gently touched his cheek. "I need you to swallow this for me."
He stirred slightly. His heavy lashes lifted, and those eyes, as everyone always pointed out, found mine with an effort that seemed to cost him. The glassy look was still there, but
