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“In this suit, I can’t hear anything but my own breathing.”
“Sounds like a pump or something.” She pulled back one of the curtains surrounding a bed. The blanket and sheets were crisp and flat.
She went to the next. On the floor next to the bed was a battery-powered oxygen machine like those used by people with respiratory problems. The clear-plastic lines snaked under the covers. Julia flashed her light over the bed. Someone was in it, with the blankets pulled up over their head.
She rushed forward. “We’ve got a live one!”
Huxley peeled back the blankets. A young woman was sound asleep, the air tubes feeding directly into her nostrils. Her dark hair was fanned over the pillow, framing a face with pale, delicate features. She was bone thin, with long arms and slender shoulders. Julia could see the outline of her clavicles through her T-shirt. Even in repose, she’d obviously gone through an ordeal that had taken its toll.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she screamed when she saw the two figures in space suits hovering over her bed.
“It’s okay,” Julia said. “I’m a doctor. We’re here to rescue you.”
Julia’s muffled voice did little to calm the woman. Her blue eyes were wide with fear, and she backed up against the head-board, drawing the blankets over herself.
“My name is Julia. This is Eddie. We are going to get you out of here. What’s your name?”
“Who . . . Who are you?” the young woman stammered.
“I’m a doctor from another ship. Do you know what happened?”
“Last night, there was a party.”
When the woman didn’t continue, Julia assumed that she was in shock. She turned to Seng. “Break out another hazmat suit. We can’t take her off the supplemental oxygen until she’s in it.”
“Why’s that?” Eddie asked, tearing open the hazmat suit’s plastic wrap.
“I think it’s why she survived and no one else did. The virus must be airborne. She wasn’t breathing the ambient air but drawing oxygen from the hospital’s oh-two system, and, when that went down, she started using this portable unit here.” Julia looked back at the girl. She estimated her age to be early twenties, either a passenger traveling with her family or a member of the crew. “Can you tell me your name, sweetie?”
“Jannike. Jannike Dahl. My friends call me Janni.”
“May I call you Janni?” Julia asked, seating herself off the bed and holding the flashlight so Janni could see her face through her suit’s faceplate. Jannike nodded. “Good. My name is Julia.”
“You are American?”
Just as Julia opened her mouth to respond, a deep bass sound filled the room. “What was that?”
Eddie didn’t have time to tell her it was an explosion before a second, closer blast echoed through the ship. Jannike screamed again and yanked the covers over her head.
“We have to go,” Eddie said. “Now!”
Two more blasts rocked the Golden Dawn. One of them detonated a short distance from the ward, knocking Seng to the floor and forcing Julia to use her body to shield Jannike. A light fixture crashed from the ceiling, its fluorescent bulb shattering with a loud pop.
Eddie got to his feet. “Stay with the girl.” He ran from the room.
“Janni, it’s okay. We’ll get you out,” Julia said, and drew down the blankets again. Tears coursed down Jannike’s smooth cheeks, and her lower lip quivered.
“What is happening?”
“My friend is checking it out. I need you to put this on.” Julia held out the protective hazmat suit. “We have to do it very carefully, though, okay?”
“Am I sick?”
“I don’t think so.” Julia had no idea until she could run some tests, but there was no way she was going to tell the frightened girl that.
“I have asthma,” Janni told her. “That’s why I was here in hospital. It was a bad attack that the doctor couldn’t control.”
“Has it passed?”
