Oh, this scared him. Thinking back on everything he’d read, Elliot knew this wasn’t good. Tina had been in the bathroom since Matthew had left, and he knew there was nothing left to come out of her except her insides. And that was exactly what seemed to be happening. If they weren’t precisely where they were in these subterranean chambers and if the police, the FBI, and who knew who else weren’t looking for them—which they surely were—Elliot would drag Tina to the closest hospital and make them fill her up intravenously with fluids. “Oh, Elliot, I can’t stop it!” she moaned from behind the closed door. “The cramps are so bad.” “I know, dear, I know.” There was another gush from inside her, and she cried, “There’s so much blood!” “Just be cool.” Elliot leaned against the door frame and mumbled, “I can’t say for sure because of course I’m not a doctor, as we both know, but I think this goes beyond cytomegalovirus colitis. I mean, CMV isn’t usually quite so… so aggressive.
