~Noelle~
Shock plastered all over my face and I clenched the bottle of water with strength. What did she just say? She thinks her child is what? Dying?
"Greta, are you okay? Why do you think that?" I stayed rooted. Not sure if going over to the couch to give her an awkward hug would help.
The sadness that pooled in her eyes was intense. Too hard to ignore.
"He's been turning pale. Like really, really pale. He doesn't cry, he just lays there rejecting food and sitting in his crib. He makes a fuss when I try to pick him up. Yesterday, while I was washing his hair, clomps of it fell out. Noelle, is it possible for a human and an infected to have a brainless?"
My jaw lowered. There- I couldn't believe what she had just said. I need to see for myself. It's not possible for- I wouldn't even know if it was possible or not.
Humans don't fuck infected people.
So there's really no comparisons for me to make.
"Come, show me your son."
