“The point is,” she said with obvious exasperation, “you’ll either be fine, or it’s too late to do anything about it, and from what we know of the effects, yes, you’re probably okay. I’m sorry, but I can’t be more reassuring than that.”
Charlie shivered a little, still feeling the warm tingling, almost itching sensation. He really hoped it was his imagination. “Okay, okay, I get the picture. So what do you need me to do?”
“The what is the easy part. You skim off the data we need, of course. It’s the how and the when that make things … complicated.”