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Lana laughed. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, well, he can be mine if he wants to be. He’s cute. And he carries crap.”
Lana felt the girl under her hand shudder and shake.
Dahra was moving automatically from bed to bed, cot to cot, pile of blankets on the floor to pile of blankets on the floor. She sighed as she wrote down another temperature. She was keeping records. Probably not as good as a doctor would do, but better than the average fourteen-year-old girl with twenty-one hacking, shivering patients could be expected to do.
“Why can’t I do this?” Lana wondered aloud. “The first round of flu it worked, mostly.”
“Immunity, right?” Dahra said. “The virus gets into you, and then your body fights back. The virus learns, comes back ready for a new fight. So instead of reprogramming to beat antibodies it reprogrammed to beat you.”
“I’m not an antibody,” Lana said.
“Yeah, and this isn’t the old world, is it? This is some freak show where nothing works exactly the way it should.”
/> His freak show, Lana thought. A single match and she could have burned it out, killed it. Maybe. How many deaths had come because Lana had failed?
A boy Lana knew, a first grader named Dorian, suddenly stood up and started running for the door. It was a weaving, unsteady run.
Dahra cursed and made a snatch for him.
The kid was out the door in a flash.
A moment later Sanjit reappeared with Dorian under one arm and the now semi-clean toilet bucket and containers in the other.
“Come on, little man,” he said. “Back to bed.”
But Dorian wasn’t having it. He started screaming and flailing around.
Pandemonium erupted. Two kids started crying loudly, a third rolled off his bed onto the floor, and a fourth was shouting, “I want my mommy, I want my mommy.”
Then, a cough that was so loud it drew every eye. The little boy, Dorian.
He was standing up. He seemed startled by what had just come from his mouth.
He reared back and coughed again.
“No,” Dahra gasped.
Lana leaped to the little boy’s side and pressed her hand against the side of his head.
He coughed with such force it knocked him down, flat on his back.
Sanjit straddled him, holding him down, while Lana lay her hands on him, one on his heaving chest, the other on the side of his throat.
Dorian coughed, a spasm so powerful Sanjit fell backward and Dorian’s head smacked against the floor with a sickening crack. Lana kept her hold on him.
“He’s so hot I can barely keep my—,” Lana said as Dorian convulsed, bent into a C, and erupted in a cough that sprayed bloody chunks over Sanjit’s face.
Lana did not waver, did not pull back, but Dorian coughed again, and now blood seeped from his ears and pulsed from his lips.
Lana stood up suddenly and backed away.
“Don’t stop,” Dahra begged.
“I can’t cure death,” Lana whispered.
Just then two kids appeared in the doorway carrying a third. Lana could see from clear across the room that the girl they were struggling to carry was already gone.
