Hubble shook his head again. He was writhing around like my questions were tearing him up.
“You’re assuming there were three assailants?” the doctor said.
“They came back too quickly for a negative result,” I said.
“It’s deadly serious,” I said. “You need to get ready to leave right now.”
“It’s part of the United States’ motto, right?” I said. “E Pluribus Unum. It means out of many, one. One nation built out of many former colonies.”
“OK,” she said. “You need anything?”