Re: Call: Bruce W/Selina K
She says we have a week. [A pained breath.] Remind me not to get involved in anything ever again, if any of us survive. And Jaybird needs to worry about doing things. He's not sick yet. Anyway, he can't find me. Can't happen. [Meaningless things for a second, muttering.] Not antibiotics. This isn't a bacteria. Painkillers, Bruce. Morphine. Something. [A pause.] Symptoms [...] pain, blood, swollen lymph nodes. Nothing pretty.