Ava
I hurriedly pushed through the heavy double doors of the clinic, my boots clicking rapidly against the pristine white tile floors as I hurried down the dimly lit hallway toward the research wing. A sense of urgency propelled me forward, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Just minutes ago, I had received a single text message from Chris: “Come to the clinic immediately. Found fungus. Hurry.”
I had dropped what I was doing and made a beeline for the clinic immediately without so much as responding to his text.
As I rounded the corner, I caught sight of Chris and Leonard hunched over one of the long stainless steel lab tables, their expressions grim. A thin, wiry older man in a white lab coat and large round glasses hovered beside them, peering intently into the eyepiece of a bulky m
