Kiersten and Aiden were at the hatch, just at the top of the ramp. The structure remained attached to the hull of the ship, as Clair had the ability to spread the virus. At Rosalind’s voice with an undertone of urgency in it, Marcus turned around to see Clair stumbling toward him, hair stuck to the top of her head with sweat, and an unnatural glow to her eyes. He saw the laser in her hand and was relieved it wasn’t powered on. Placing himself between Clair and Aiden, he put his hands out in a placating gesture.
“Clair? What is it? You should be in your room. You can spread the virus if you come into contact with someone who has not received the vaccine.”
“I don’t care. I need to speak with Aiden,” Clair rasped, reaching a hand out to steady herself against the wall of the corridor as she
