Personal Log - Commander Quinn Carter
Entry Three
I'm waiting to hear back from Brazil, but there's been some positive noises from their health department, so I'm hopeful.
I popped into the ward to see how Laurie was doing this morning, and things still weren't great. She looked exhausted, deathly pale, and still covered in scratches. No matter how much time passes, they always seem fresh. Maybe it's the infection? Her immune system could be shot?
I couldn't get much out of her. She talks a lot, but it's not comprehensible. There was only one word that any of us could understand. She said it again and again. In French. In Spanish. In English. Again and again. Over and over. Just the same word.
Viande.
Carne.
Meat.
We thought she was hungry, so I sent for breakfast, but she didn't touch it. She just pushed it around the plate, staring over at the open window, sniffing and sighing as the seconds turned to minutes. She repeated those same words, again and again for as long as I was there, and apparently for the rest of the night.
Viande.
Carne.
Meat.
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