Logan made his way to the med bay, his mind heavy with the weight of Rory's secret. He needed to talk to Connor, to confide in his best friend, to enlist his help. He found Connor resting, his arm still bandaged, but his eyes alert.
"Hey, man," Logan said, pulling up a chair beside the bed. "I need to talk to you about something important."
Connor looked at him, his brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Logan took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Connor's. "It's about Rory," he said, his voice low. "She's… different."
He proceeded to tell Connor everything Kyno had told him: Rory's mother's infection, her father's desperate attempt to save her, the unique way the virus had mutated within her, her ability to transform, her struggle to control
