"I've yet to see him," Mohinder replied, wanting to keep Matt as close as possible. They've had no deaths yet, but they will in a few hours. Fevers are running through children especially fast and their parents seem to be getting sick soon after. The outbreak isn't centred on any one thing, it's just what the media had grasped onto since so many fell sick at the amusement park at the same time. From what Mohinder sees, however, it might have started at the airport and...
And that's very, very bad.
"We'll find him together, I just--" He needed the vial. Mohinder had already guaranteed fifteen people on his team, the vast network of men and women running around on this floor getting samples and running easy testing, were immune, or at least possessed the gene to give them a better chance at not contracting the virus.
That was not, however, good news. The percentage might be a little better than in Odessa but with at least a ninety-two percent mortality rate-- He was afraid.
Running Molly's blood through the testing left him even more drained than before, however, dropping his face into his hands with his shoulders hunched. He looked upset but in reality, he was relieved.
Her markers are the exact same as mine. And as yours... I have no idea what-- But then it dawned on him and he blinked up at Matt, mouth opening. "Blood transfusions. Prior to this strain! That's it!" It would help no one that hadn't gotten his, or another immune person's blood, before contracting the virus, however. "It doesn't just stop the virus from lingering, it outright kills it. That's remarkable!"
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And that's very, very bad.
"We'll find him together, I just--" He needed the vial. Mohinder had already guaranteed fifteen people on his team, the vast network of men and women running around on this floor getting samples and running easy testing, were immune, or at least possessed the gene to give them a better chance at not contracting the virus.
That was not, however, good news. The percentage might be a little better than in Odessa but with at least a ninety-two percent mortality rate-- He was afraid.
Running Molly's blood through the testing left him even more drained than before, however, dropping his face into his hands with his shoulders hunched. He looked upset but in reality, he was relieved.
Her markers are the exact same as mine. And as yours... I have no idea what-- But then it dawned on him and he blinked up at Matt, mouth opening. "Blood transfusions. Prior to this strain! That's it!" It would help no one that hadn't gotten his, or another immune person's blood, before contracting the virus, however. "It doesn't just stop the virus from lingering, it outright kills it. That's remarkable!"