Exhale
“Their bodies just… aren’t using it.”
She stared at the report until the ink blurred. Normal delivery. Catastrophic uptake. She flipped the page, read it again, then again, hunting for the flaw that had to be there. Faulty analyzer. Contaminated draw. Switched samples. Anything that would let her breathe. Nothing. The numbers refused to change.
“Run it again,” she whispered.