Carver flinches, hiding his face in Riley’s chest again. He’s shaking, his breathing gone ragged, and it worries Riley down in his soul to see Carver showing fear like this, showing fear at all.

The doctor scowls, but moves to the bed. “I can see that. Sick with what?”

Carver won’t look at her. He just clings to Riley and trembles.

“Something’s infected,” Riley murmurs. He has a guess. “Brandon, we need to see.”