CHAPTER 23
HOT. SO HOT. The visor on my hazmat suit needed wipers on the inside to deal with the sweat dripping down the inside of it. My home lab may have been in Texas but the air conditioning there was really good. In Iraq? I blew a strand of hair out of my eye. That was it.
A herculean effort by the team got my lab up and running by midday on… What day was it? Oh, yes. Monday. Figured. Diagnosing seven people with a disease that would most likely kill them made a great start to anybody’s week.
But still, it was an improvement on previous efforts—over breakfast this morning Jed said confusion had reigned so far, with infected people being sent home, and most likely uninfected people being admitted, both of which undoubtedly led to the virus getting its genetic claws into extra victim
