is contagious, Marie’s already got whatever it is she’s carrying.” Conlan shrugs helplessly. “I’m not saying she does.” Looking at Shanley for help, I ask, “You’re not sick, are you?”
This is for the good of the colony, I want to tell him, no matter what Ellington and the others have to say.
have to.
Now what? I see the question shining in his eyes. “You don’t—” Conlan starts, confused.
dead. I reach for him but Dylan holds me back. Dead. “Alison?” Conlan’s hands clench into useless fists at his sides. “Marie? Ben, please tell me, Marie—”
Maybe. Either she’s sick or she isn’t, there is no maybe about it. “We’ve quarantined eight others. Holly, she was with them yesterday, remember? Aaron, Leslie, Tobin—”
Tobin. I touched him earlier, grabbed his nasty hair and yanked him against the
