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Chapter Thirteen

“Doc?” Striker heard the quaver in his voice but couldn’t stop it

He lowered Friday to the ground and ripped off their masks

“You got this,” Doc said through the comm unit in his ear “I’ an area was contaminated?”

He pulled the glove off the hand that had gone into theof red on theh the thick love aside and frantically yanked at the fasteners on her suit

“I think it’s only her hand and arm”

“Get everything off”

“On it”

She groaned as he shifted her body in order to strip the suit fro on the bayou poured fro were necessary but there were too et past the protective suit, and the jumpsuit beneath it His eye ran over her body, relieved to see that the dae had been contained to only one arm

“We’ve got redon her hand and arm The hand’s taken the worst of it”

“You knohat to do” Doc’s voice was steady “Get started I’et the IV hooked up”

“You need…get…help” Her weak voice made his eyes shoot to her face

“It’s gonna be okay, bébé I promise you”

“No!” Her contarip weak “Get help for you You need to get the red off you You need to survive”

He trailed a finger down her cheek “Don’t worry ’bout et you sorted”