Shanley gives Ellington another bottle of
the briox. “See that Kelly gets this,” he says. “You can administer
the shot?”
“I’ve done it before,” Ellington says
with a nod, grateful for something to do.
“If any of the other women are
dilating, let me know.” Shanley hands over another hypodermic
needle, still wrapped in plastic, and a package of lancets. “When
you’re done with the shot, I want blood samples from all those who
are sick.”
Ellington nods again, clasps the medical
supplies in tight fists as he leaves the med lab. “I’ll go with
you,” Parker offers, following the older man. I think this room’s
getting too crowded for him.
Once they’re gone, Shanley pricks Marie’s
finger with a lancet. “I have to run some tests, doll,” he tells
her, “just to see what we’re dealing wi
