Levi:
“Mum, what are you doing?” I ask, watching her take off her mask and rub my sweat on her face.
“What a mother must do,” she says, then I watch her put on the mask and cover her fingers. Suddenly, it hits me as I realize she wants to use herself to get Kookie to work, but I might be dead before then.
“This will probably not work because I have only a few hours, and you might not get it before then.”
The corner of her face lifts in a smile.
“I am old, Levi, so I will be down with it by tomorrow. Besides, it can be detected in the body before one falls ill, so I will get her to see me, and I will let her run some tests.”
She has a plan, but I try not to bank on it because I do not know how feasible it is.
“That isn’t all there is to it,” she says, and I glare at her, waiting for
