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put a hand to it and felt the world tilt.
    “Let’s see,” Frank said between watery coughs, “what I got.”
    He pushed her upright and tugged the zipper of her jacket open.
    “ No ,” she breathed. “I have an antiviral.” She grabbed one of his wrists in both hands to keep herself upright. “ Stop . I can give you a shot.”
    “Later,” he muttered. “First, I’ll give you a shot.”
    He wrenched his wrist free as the other hand shoved her backward. Her head landed on the metal of the truck bed with a clang and then he jerked her hips to the edge of the tailgate. Small lights danced at the periphery of her vision as unconsciousness threatened to close in but then Logan’s face swam into view.
    Never say die. Use your best weapon.
    Though it felt like her head weighed twenty pounds, she managed to raise it and look at Frank. He stood at the edge of the tailgate between her legs. The bottom buttons of the blouse were undone and he was staring hard at the skin of her abdomen.  
    “Your eyes itch, don’t they?” she breathed. “And you’re coughing up phlegm.”
    He ran his hand over her skin, rubbing it with his calloused and dry fingers.  
    “You’re dying,” she said.
    He was breathing hard and suddenly coughed and then he paused and looked up at her. In his eyes, there was not only unbridled lust but also the beginnings of conjunctivitis.  
    “Avian flu kills,” she said. “Have you seen your eyes recently?”
    He frowned at that and he ran his scratchy hands to her waist and squeezed hard. She grimaced at the pain. That made him smile.
    “You’re dying,” she rasped. “I have the antiviral. You need it now.”
    “What I need…” he started but a fit of coughing took over.
    Spittle flew everywhere, including his beard. He really was sick.
    “Look at your eyes in a mirror,” she said over the coughing. “Just let me give you the antiviral.”
    Though he hadn’t stopped coughing, he grabbed her blouse at the front and jerked her up. Then he pulled her off the tailgate and she cried out at the pain in her ankle. He didn’t pause as he drug her limping toward the front of the truck. He ducked his head and stared at his reflection in one of the side mirrors.
    “Conjunctivitis,” she said, holding onto his wrist again. “It’s one of the last signs.”
    One finger went to his lower lid and he tugged it down. The rim of it and the eye itself were a bright red.
    “Conjunctivitis,” she said. “It’s not good.”
    He stood up to his full height, pulled her forward and spun her until her lower back hit the side of the truck bed. She hissed at the pain.
    “What’s conjunc…conjunction…”
    He was starting to get worried. In reality, conjunctivitis was just pink eye and it was no worse a flu symptom than a scratchy throat. But it looked bad. And it sounded bad.
    “Conjunctivitis,” she said. “The flu has gone so far it’s infected your eyes. You could go blind.”
    He stared hard at her and shoved her back over the truck bed as her back arched.
    “And why would you help me?” he croaked.
    His hand went to her bare midriff and he rubbed it upward under her blouse and over her breast as another button popped open.
    “Because I’m a doctor ,” Jules said. “Because I have to.”
    Frank’s heavy breathing made him cough again and he withdrew his hand. Then he allowed her to stand up straight. The fit of coughing was so bad he nearly had to double over. Dehydrated . He probably hadn’t had any liquids since the hunt for her and Logan had started. Frank ought to be feeling awful.
    “In my doctor’s bag at the shelter,” she said quickly.
    He shook his head. When he finished coughing, he spat phlegm onto the ground.
    “What about all those drugs in the plane?”
    She froze. So they’d seen the cooler. Don’t lie.
    “Those are vaccines,” she said. “Those won’t help you. You’re already infected and contagious. You need the antiviral.”
    His eyes shifted to the