Chapter 39
'Hurry! HURRY! Get them to the infirm!'
'What can it be?'
'Get back! All of you!'
Voices swam in and out of Eoin's head, light and images too, like instant snapshots of moments that then blurred beyond recognition. His body seemed to float one moment then jolt away unpleasantly the next. His mind tried again and again to make his mouth say her name, but it wouldn't work, he could barely even groan, tongue thick and awkward in his mouth.
'She's unconscious! Quick!'
'Please stay calm, we don't need you all here. Some space please.'
Eoin clung to that calm, assured voice as the floating sensation continued then suddenly stopped. Eyes fluttering, he moaned when heat flushed his skin before a sudden a cooling weight touched his forehead. He sighed in relief.
'Fevers, loss of consciousness, what could they have possibly picked up?'
'I thought we were impervious to almost everything.'
'Almost.'
'We'd better quarantine them.'