"How could you be so deceptive, Cheryl?" she asked, reaching for her vocera. "We have to tell him."

Cheryl grabbed her hand and pulled her into the small bathroom, shutting the door behind them. "I'm not going to let him be stuck in the clinic with those doors wide open, not with that thing on the run."

"You could have just exposed yourself to whatever he's carrying."

"News flash, Hannah," Cheryl said, pretending a lightbulb went off over her head. "We already were back in the lab. It makes no difference now."

"I can see your point, but it was a rash and impulsive decision bringing him back here."

"Relax, it's fine."

"Cheryl, he's sick. Look at him. He needs to be at the clinic with the doctor."

"He looks fine to me," Cheryl snapped.

Hannah left the bathroom and picked up her stethoscope and listened to Flynn's chest, then took his temperature. His pulse was high, and his temperature was one-oh-four-point-five. Crap. That wasn't good. Putting down her tools, she rolled up his sleep and removed the bandage he had on his arm.

"Oh geez," Hannah gasped, turning her face away for a moment, away from the putrid smell. The wound was festering and black lines were leading away from the open bite. "Cheryl, run a cool bath. Now! Flynn, I have some painkillers in my bag and I'm going to order you some antibiotics. It's infected."

"No duh," he said weakly.

Cheryl jumped on top of her order, but Hannah was fuming inside. "How could you have taken him out of isolation? Now you've exposed us even more."

"What the hell, Hannah? Why are you more worried about yourself than him? I thought you cared for him."

"Of course I care for him, but I don't think you've realized what you've done. In the lab, there was limited exposure, even taking him to the clinic, but you moved him through the main hallways, exposing quite possibly the entire station. We don't even know if this is airborne, Cheryl."

She hung her head. "I'm sorry."

"We have to tell Xavier."

"No!" Cheryl shrieked. "You can't tell him. He'll make him go back."

"No, he won't. He won't risk another exposure. We'll just have to self-isolate in here until we know what's going to happen to us."

That brightened her friend's face a little. "You think so?"

"It's not a good thing," Hannah snapped, as she paced the living room.

"Girls, girls!" Flynn croaked, as he flopped face down onto the bed, burying his face in the sheets. Great, now she couldn't even sleep in her bed.

"Call Corey," Hannah said into her vocera.

"Corey here."

"Flynn is in our room and isn't doing good. Do you have time to drop off some antibiotics at our door."

"Does Xavier know? He'll likely want to post security outside your door."

"That's unnecessary. Flynn's not going anywhere and neither are we."

"I still have to let him know so that he can make the decision."

Hannah understood that. Everyone needed to be kept in the loop. She hoped to God that whatever the boy spread wasn't airborne. So far that hasn't been the case. They had worked with him outside of isolation before he started moving and no one had been infected then. But things could always mutate, that was the danger with live organisms. The hard part was still not knowing what they were dealing with. Was it a virus, bacteria, or simply an alien organism infecting a host?

It was going to be hard to be stuck in their room with no equipment. She suddenly wished that she would have continued to use the drawers under the bed instead of the lab lockers downstairs for her equipment. As Hannah stood there, contemplating their situation, Cheryl went and put cool water in the tub and then tried to convince Flynn to get in.

"I'm freezing," he said, his teeth chattering. "I'm not having a cold bath."

"We need to bring your fever down," Hannah said calmly. He shook his head and proceeded to bury himself under her covers. The very place she wanted to be, without him though.

"Don't be a stubborn ass man," Cheryl said, flicking Flynn on the head. "Move it. Now!"

"Flynn snagged her wrist in his grip. "Leave me the hell alone."

But Cheryl was having none of it. If she was any other woman, Hannah assumed Cheryl would have stormed off to the corner to cry, but her friend wasn't going to put up with Flynn's stubborn nature. Instead, she leaned over the bed, took hold of Flynn's ear and made him get up. "Get in that bath, you big man baby!"

"You're mean," Flynn grumbled, but did as he was told this time with Cheryl guiding him to the bathroom with her hands on his back. When he stepped into the tub and began the descent into the cold water, he jumped back up, swearing up a blue streak. "I'm not getting in this. No way."

"Sit!" Cheryl ordered, preparing to flick Flynn on the ear.

He hesitated a moment, then sat down. "Yes ma'am."

Hannah quirked an eyebrow, and Cheryl just shrugged. The relationship dynamic between her two friends had certainly changed in the time they'd been at the station. Flynn was older than Cheryl by a few years, but he has never been with anyone as aggressive as Cheryl can be. She's that blond bombshell that could sweep your feet out from under you and leave you wondering which way was up. Poor Flynn.

She took a seat on the couch while she waited for Corey to deliver the meds. It didn't take him long surprisingly. He even added some food to her order to keep them content until quarantine was lifted.

"Thanks, Corey. You're the best. We've got Flynn in a cool bath right now."

"Happy to help. Xavier says he'll come see you as soon as he can. They are moving the boy back to containment."

"Any news on Judith?" she asked him through the door.

"She's not looking good. The boy took a chunk out of her neck, nicking the carotid artery, and we only have a limited blood supply on the site."

Hannah's heart fell. This was just getting worse and worse instead of better. "Is there anyone on the station that's a match for her?"

"Yes, but since we have a biohazard crisis, we can't ask anyone to donate any blood, especially as it still has to take the time to be screened."

"How much do you have in stock?"

"We have enough for one transfusion of her blood type. We restock every three months."

"I imagine it's not something you do on a regular basis, eh?"

"Nope, so we never need a lot generally. Well, I better go. Dr. Booth needs me back at the clinic."

"Thanks for your help, Corey."

Hannah wondered what clothes they could give Flynn to put on since they somehow didn't remove his clothes to get into the bath. She wasn't sure what she was thinking, and they couldn't very well give him some of their clothes. Hannah chuckled at the vision that appeared in her head. Ya, he definitely wouldn't like being dressed as a woman. It wasn't exactly his thing.

"Okay, I really need to sleep," she muttered.

Suddenly three loud beeps filled the air before Xavier's voice came over the P.A system. "A deep clean is commencing around the station. All personnel are requested to stay in their current locations until it is complete." After he finished speaking, his name came up on her vocera instead for a more private call.

"Hi, Xavier," she said quietly, knowing exactly what he was going to say next.

"You didn't tell me that Flynn was there," he said, his tone edgy.

"Corey said that he would tell you," she argued.

"I told you to contact me."

"Gee, I'm sorry. I was too busy trying to keep him alive, so don't take that tone with me." Yes, she promised him she would call, but she wasn't going to apologize for being too busy to do it. Flynn was her friend and Xavier could do nothing for him. And whatever choices she made were the immediate ones that needed to be done.

"Hannah," Cheryl's cry of devastation filled the suite.

"I gotta go."

"Hannah. Hannah. What's going on?" Xavier tried to yell before she cut him off with a click of the button.

She rushed into the small bathroom, almost tripping over Cheryl's feet. Flynn was seizing in the bathtub. His body stiff and head banging onto the porcelain of the tub as Cheryl tried desperately to keep his head above water.

Hannah called Corey. "He's seizing."

"Drain the water, but don't move him until he has stopped or you guys might hurt yourself in the process."

All movement ceased a few minutes later and Cheryl looked up at her, fearing running rampant across her face. "Is he?"

"Come on, let's get him out of the bath." Together they pulled him out and placed him on the ground in the living area. Hannah was on one side of him while Cheryl was on the other. He hasn't moved at all, nor regained consciousness since the seizure. Hannah reached out and touched his neck with her index and middle finger.

Her heart sank into her stomach. "No pulse."

"No. No. You can't die on me," Cheryl cried, placing her hands on his chest to begin CPR. When she went to give him mouth to mouth, Hannah pulled her back.

"We can't." The words made acid rise in her throat.

"He's dying. We have to help him," her friend cried, her eyes filling with tears. "I can't lose him. Not yet."

"He's infected. We don't know if it's contagious."

Cheryl pushed Hannah, and she fell unto her butt. "Then get me a mouth piece, damn you!"

Shocked, it took a moment for her to gather herself. Cheryl has never been physical with her before. She ran through the specs of the station that she could remember in her head. There was a wall panel just down the hall with an AED. Maybe it had a CPR mask.

"Just do compressions. I'll try and find a mask."

They weren't supposed to leave their units, but Flynn's life and theirs depended on resuscitating him safely. And to do that, they needed a mask. She flew down the hallway to where she remembered seeing the panel, but it wasn't there.

"Damn it, where are you!" She spun around in a circle, trying to remember. "Think, brain, think!" If she didn't hurry, then she'd lose one of her best friends in the world and she wasn't going to let that happen.

Hannah raced around the corner, and ran smack into another person running her way. It was Xavier. He grabbed her so she wouldn't fall this time. "Boy, we have a habit of doing this, don't we?" he joked.

"A mask. I need a mask."

"There's some in the janitor's room."

Not thinking about what type of mask they needed, she followed him, unable to really think beyond helping her friend. Xavier opened the door and they walked in. He pointed to a box on the wall of the normal surgical masks.

Hannah threw the box on the ground. "No, I need a CPR mask. One of those things that you breathe into."

"Oh, crap. Okay, follow me." He led her to where the AED box was on the wall. It was in the opposite corner of where she'd previously checked. She yanked the box from the panel and raced towards her room.