“Something's wrong."
Claire stood in the lab, watching the centrifuge spin, the serum inside clouding too fast. She adjusted the settings.
Edward approached, reading her expression. “What is it?"
“The stabilizer's degrading," she said. “Too quickly. The molecular bonds are collapsing."
“That shouldn't be possible. It held for twenty-four hours straight."
“Unless someone tampered with the bio-filters."
Edward's eyes widened. “You think it's sabotage?"
“I think someone wants the cure to fail."
A nurse burst through the doors. “We have a flare-up. Three patients convulsing in Ward C. One vomiting blood."
Claire grabbed her mask. “Go. Prep isolation."
“I'll take the eastern flank," Edward said.
Claire ran.
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Ward C was chaos.
Alarms shrieked. A stretcher slammed into a wall. Nu
