"Bad enough." Her hands went still beneath his as if she were afraid to move. Molly wasn't used to being touched anymore, not having spent time as the Ragged Lady in Chicago and pushing everyone away, but a moment later one of her hands turned enough for her fingers to clutch at his hand as if looking for strength there.
"He got bit." Her pulse quickened and her breathing was becoming a little shallow. "We didn't...I didn't see it coming until just before it hit me. Then...I don't remember much."