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Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven It had been Sparks’ idea, but he’d wanted Rogers to do the actual experiment. He thought he should find out if the Paths’ flesh faded even when separated from the main body. But the truth was, his years at medical school had taught him that his strengths didn’t lie in science. He was more comfortable in dealing with the face-to-face, human side of practicing medicine, not the nitty gritty of diagnosis, interpreting test results, and prescribing treatments. Emotions, he could do. Science, not so much. After much persuasion, Rogers had agreed. He was in the Paths’ quarantine chamber, wearing a biohazard suit. His air supply was provided by a long tube that stretched from the back of his suit to a unit on the wall. Not that any protection would save him from the onslaught of e
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