CHAPTER 12
ONCE JED GOT his first look inside the tiny hospital, he realised eating lunch hadn’t been such a great idea after all. Either the initial reports had been played down, or the situation had escalated faster than anyone thought possible.
On the advice of the CDC team, they’d suited up in hazmat gear, a process that had taken them twenty minutes and Jed thirty due to his unfamiliarity with the process. Every bit of his skin had to be covered, and the yellow suit taped at the wrists and ankles. It had seemed so much easier in the US, where he’d practised with the benefit of air conditioning. In Iraq, sweat caused everything to stick, and the inside of his clear visor fogged up before they’d even gone into the hospital.
“We’ll only have an hour,” Bert said. “Otherwise we’ll risk
