"Oh, no," Justin said softly, and held tighter to Anthony if that were even possible. He was really clinging, he realized, his limbs shaking and his breaths shallow. He forced himself to let up, to not squeeze the life out of Anthony. "Is he..." All right wasn't what he had been going to ask. It was something more along the lines of "going to live?" but he knew he shouldn't. He didn't know about this virus, what it could do. Did it kill people? "I'm so sorry, Ant. You must be so worried, and I've been wrapped up in my own problems, and I'm so, so sorry."