"So, is it bad?" Ewan joined Athena in peering at the vial, after it had been stirred and allowed to settle for a few minutes.
When she sighed wearily, dejectedly, he knew it was indeed bad. His chest tightened as he wished, almost desperately, that he could erase the consequence of what lay before them — the fallout, the chaos that would ensue, the weight that would press unyieldingly on her back.
"Athena..." he murmured, needing words, needing to know what they were up against. "Is it as you feared?"
Athena nodded slowly, straightening her shoulders with effort. "It’s a variant. Much worse than the Grey virus. I don’t think the cure I manufactured would be able to do anything against it..."
"But you haven’t tested it out? Maybe—"
Athena shook her head sharply, cutting off Ewan’s hurried response. "I know what I am saying, Ewan. This is so much worse. I will need to spend a lot of time in the lab from henceforth... and I will need you to be there for the children. Gianna is not always around, as you must have noticed, and I think Chelsea is too busy with her day-to-day activities..."
A pause. Her brows furrowed as she realized she didn’t exactly know why her friend was always out of the house first thing in the morning. If she didn’t know better, she would say Chelsea was looking for a job.
Wait. Athena sighed inwardly. Was her friend really looking for a job? What happened to her previous one?
"Athena, what’s the problem?"
"I think Chelsea is up to something. But that’s by the way..." She waved the thought aside, returning to the present. "As I was saying, you have to be there for the children. Working on the drugs, the experiments... it consumes a lot of time. I hope you can understand..."
"I understand, Athena. I understand perfectly well," Ewan cut in softly, his gaze meeting hers with quiet tenderness. "You don’t have to explain yourself. Take as much time as you need to deal with this. I’ll be here if you need anything."
Athena searched his face, lingering in his eyes for truth, then exhaled gently. "Thanks for this, Ewan. And I am sorry if—"
"Don’t apologize for doing what you should," he interrupted gently. "You’re also doing this for them. And no, it’s not a burden."
Her lips parted slightly, then closed firmly. "I see. Thank you."
Ewan wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t be thanking him, that this was his responsibility as much as hers, but he sensed he had already cut in enough for the day. Instead, he said, "Good. Are you starting today?"
"No, I won’t. Maybe tomorrow. I’m too mentally fraught to do anything now. But I will speak to Herbert and collect some kind of permission, should in case working here tampers with my hours in the hospital. Fortunately, there are a lot of competent doctors in the Whitman hospitals."
"That’s right," Ewan muttered, his mind stewing over a particular thought, one he knew would upset Athena.
"What is it?" Athena’s voice was sharp. Just as Ewan was adept at reading her, so was she at reading him. She pushed aside what the truth of that meant and focused on the possible weight pressing against his mind.
"The gang..." Ewan paused, licking his lower lip. "If Kael still operates the same, he won’t be content being just a pawn in the game. The gang is rarely a pawn. We always wanted to top whatever was happening. And if I should take a guess, I would say that Kael would be occupying a position as an advisor. That he would advise they release the virus today, latest tomorrow, since the hideout has been discovered."
"I know." Athena muttered, looking crestfallen. Her shoulders slumped, and her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. "But I can’t work in this state of mind. I need to get home, eat, refresh myself, and talk with my children... and then Herbert. Because if I enter that lab mode, a lot of things will need to be running without my presence. And as much as it pains me that I won’t be able to do anything for those who will be infected by the new virus, my hands are tied."
A weary sigh escaped her lips as she turned away, feeling her eyes sting with tears. "Why can’t these people just give up, Ewan? For a second there, I even thought this had turned into a challenge against my stubbornness, more than the earlier arrangement to make money or whatever it was."
"And you’re not wrong to feel that way. The gang can be petty... and so can their sponsor. We just have to keep pushing, keep holding the fort. Because if we don’t, then our children might not have a future."
Athena nodded faintly. She knew he was right. Things left untreated usually found a way of coming back to haunt the future.
Silence reigned between them for a while.
"So, the virus," Ewan asked finally, his tone heavy. "How long does it take before acting once it gets into a human system?"
Athena knew why he asked — and the truth only made the air heavier. Whereas the Grey virus took at least a week or two before showing signs, this one could manifest in mere days. And creating a drug, test-running it, that would take much longer. She needed a miracle.
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