Trauma would have been putting it one way. He stood, setting the notebook down. The figures had been marked up a great deal. He looked at the other doctor before looking around the room.
"But is it the gene we need? Is it a virus?" His hand lifted to rub at the back of his neck. "If we can't spread it...we won't spread it. This sort of thing could go so many shades of wrong." He paused, where had he heard that turn of phrase.