Chapter 11
The scouring, boiling hot disinfectant showers weren’t the worst of it. Nor was the scrubbing with skin searing brushes that Rosa had to do herself. Not Seetha’s violent, whole body reaction to the purging drugs.
Not even floating in a gelid, chemical-reeking vat that reminded Seetha far too much of the raw, station-grown oysters she and Les had feasted on what seemed like a year ago.
Before the hours spent in that chill bath, breathing minty air through a narrow tube Seetha suspected sent chemicals deep into her lungs, Rosa scanned Seetha’s reddened and raw flesh yet again.
“I’m sorry, Seetha.” The tech truly did sound regretful. “The pathogen is still showing up. We’re down to one last option, but we have to deal with your hair first.”
“My h-hair?” Seetha couldn’t stop he
