Panic was flaring, fierce and fast, the longer his revelation had time to sink in and Sarah sucked in a breath in an attempt to ward it off. Panic, and the need to have Peter there, right now, for reasons both logical – he was a nurse, he'd be able to shed light on to what Gabriel had discovered – and purely emotional – she was a strong person, but in her moments of weakness and fear, he was her strength, her cornerstone.
In and out, focus on what Gabriel was saying, what he was asking, but the two-pronged problem was even if she could concentrate right now, she had already been over what she'd been exposed to recently and hadn't come up with anything. Of course, she'd only gone back a few days to the point when the hunger had been impossible to ignore. She needed to go back further still and pick apart everything she'd done, even the least out of the ordinary.
"I think I need to sit down," she said, moving to the chair he'd vacated.