“The good news, Miss Semenova,” Spinner said, “is your doctors were right. The bad news is … they were right.”
Anya rolled her eyes at his back, unamused.
“It’s unsalvageable,” Spinner continued.
“See this?” Rake pointed at the outline of the right lung where a discolored area surrounded the bottom lobe.
“Uh-huh.” Spinner nodded and said over his shoulder, “It looks like the doctors killed the bug but failed to contain the infection. It’s seeping out through the pleura.” He shook his head. “This isn’t good. We’ll have to remove everything before the abdominal cavity is damaged too. You really don’t want to get rid of everything in there.” He gestured at her torso. “I mean it can be done but…”
Anya wrapped her arms protectively around herself. Was he talking about eviscerating her? Serioja’s comforting touch on the back didn’t erase her suspicions.
(The Nightingale Circus Collection - The Swan)