“What about you, Dr. Fenton?” “Excuse me?” She stops at the door, looks back. “Why haven’t you left, gone off to do whatever it is you’ve always wanted to do?” Fenton tilts her head, looks at me like she’s not exactly sure she understands the question. “This is what I’ve always wanted to do.” “Right. Okay.” The heavy gray door swings closed behind her, I rub my knuckles into my eyes, thinking, what next? Thinking, what now? I stand there alone for a second, alone with Fenton’s rolling cart, alone with the bodies in their cold lockers. Then I take one of the vials of Zell’s blood off the cart,
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