The infirmary's isolation ward had never felt so crowded. Christian stood with his arms crossed, watching as Magda and Agnes moved between the three beds where Lisa, Milly, and Ceecee lay restrained. The women were unconscious, but their bodies occasionally twitched and jerked against the padded restraints, as if fighting battles in their dreams.
"The corruption's spreading through their bloodstreams," Magda reported, her voice tight as she examined Lisa's eyes. The black veins had spread further, creating intricate patterns beneath her skin that seemed to pulse with that same terrible rhythm they'd found in the snake's tissue. "It's using their own circulatory systems to distribute itself."
"But the babies," Christian pressed, his stomach churning at the sight. "Are they..."
"Still ali
