Day 2 - Outbreak
It was the first time Finnigan had been sick in a long, long time.
It was also the first time he had been told by Hamilton to sit down.
He rubbed his thumbs together idly, then began digging under the nails to remove small flecks of grime. Waiting was a process that was certainly not too difficult for him, but a public outburst of concern was one of the last things he wanted.
People worrying about his health only made him feel more panicked.
“Did you eat any grain?” Aredin had asked him.
Well-aware of the history of bad grain, Finnigan had said yes.
When Olivier finally broke into the room with several others, it was all he could do to remain calm. He hoped that he was not a patient zero. As he was fretted over, a nervous thought entered his mind:
Only time will tell.