The petri dish display on the monitor contines to blink “NO GROWTH.” Leavitt is slack-jawed, in a daze. The mechanical, repeated movement of the petri dishes seems to be hypnotic.
Back in the patient care room, Hall and Anson raise the back of Jackson’s gurney. It’s 11:55pm.
Jackson pats Anson’s bottom through the isolation suit.
“Feeling… better, aren’t you, Mister Jackson?” says Anson.
“E-yup,” says Jackson. “Do you always have to wear that iron suit?”
“Y-yup,” says Anson, imitating Jackson.
“Maybe you’ll tell us the baby’s name now, Mister Jackson?” asks Hall.
“Manuel Rios,” says Jackson.