After a while, she let loose of Roebor’s fur to wipe sweat off her forehead. “It’s getting so hot in here. Do you think Essi has a fever?” she asked, as she floated along behind Roebor’s head.
Roebor stopped and turned to her. The surroundings have not changed temperature, D. He peered into her face, placed a paw gently against her entire face. You’re the one who has the fever, not Essi. You are flushed as well. Do you feel any aching in your muscles? Other symptoms?
“Yes, to the aches, and I feel generally a little dicey, like with the flu—tired, upset tummy issues, but that could just be from all this moving through dark space and my metabolic issues, don’t you think?” Shannon’s nose began to run. She automatically tried to block it with the back of her hand, then swung her hand back to her side.
“Probably too soon to—“
Roebor grabbed her hand and held it high, forcing Shannon to look at it. The back of her hand ran red with blood.
* * *
Shannon stared at Roebor. The pale silver-blue fire in his eyes flickered wildly.
“This virus isn’t anything like ebola, is it?” Shannon asked.
I do not know the disease ebola. But on other planets this virus causes massive internal bleeding, and at the end, bleeding from nose, mouth, eyes, everywhere.
Not unlike ebola. That’s all she wrote, then. The virus had infected her. She was a dead woman walking.
For a minute or more they floated in the vast black expanse, their movements frozen, staring at each other.
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