Vanessa hadn't realized his daughter might be affected. But why? Had she handled the same evidence? Maybe he'd been to see her... But it wouldn't transfer like that. It wasn't a disease. Maybe he had residue on his hand and had transferred it by touch if he'd seen her sometime after handling the tape.
She rushed for her car and got two more syringes. The man she'd spoken to might need a dose himself for all she knew. Then back toward the stairs, feeling half dead by the time she reached the top.
"You're all right," Dick assured her. "Honey, just try to stay calm." He looked up at Jim, and while he seemed exhausted, he seemed in his right mind at least.
Vanessa was close behind, holding out the syringes, Dick crossing to her and taking one. "Both of you," she managed to huff out, and Dick nodded, pushing one into his thigh and injecting the medicine. Then he took the other to Babs.
He didn't hesitate to administer the shot in her leg, discarding the needle and watching her carefully. "Babs, just give it a minute..."