Laura set a sedate pace to make it to the quarantine area, where Emma and St John were among a few others. It seemed like the virus was slowly spreading to the brain, which Dr McCoy said was bad. Laura couldn't honestly say how it could get much worse.
"Anna Marie is upstairs resting, she is sick, but not to the same degree as Miss Frost or Mr Allerdyce. She is resting now that we are taking care of your friend." In a small box, cast in blue lights from the ultraviolet glow of the lights meant to reduce the ability of toxins to breed, Laura stopped by the observation window.
She didn't think it helped that the light cast a surreal glow over the patients. St John looked paler under the lights in her opinion and Miss Frost looked terrible. She would likely have complained if she wasn't comatose and hooked up to numberous machines. "Mr Cole? I picked him up earlier this week. He is off limits to visitors. It--" She wondered how soft to be right then, all things considered. "It does not look like he will pull through."