“OH.” DEE ROLLED LEFT and right in the bed, curled in the fetal position. “Ow.”
“It’s okay, honey.” Jonathan felt her forehead. “What’s hurting?”
“My stomach.” Her intestines felt as though someone were ripping them from her body. “God, Jonathan.” Sweat broke out on her forehead. “It hurts.”
“Tran!”
He ran in. “Neumann’s on his way but he’s tending to Asia in the infirmary. She cut her finger.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” Jonathan leaned over Dee as her body clenched from unrelenting pain. “Deidra?”
Cramps shot through her abdomen.
“What did you eat?”
“I only ate breakfast.” Her dress twisted between her legs as she rolled. “That’s it.”
“Is it food poisoning?” Tran asked.
“We all had the same breakfast.” Jonathan stroked Dee’s thigh but nothing comforted her. “If something was wrong w
