Yes, she is able to help

Tamara pulled out the vial labeled “Experimental Cure.” Having more experience with technology than medicine, she wasn’t exactly sure what it was or how to go about figuring out how to apply it. Luckily for her, the vial also came with instructions, on a small folded piece of paper. “Inject 10ml of Experimental Cure into a Major Artery of the Afflicted. Apply Bandages and Encourage Rest” Tamara quickly returned to the loose pile of discarded medical equipment, finding a box of syringes and some bandages.

She plunged a needle into the “Experimental Cure” Vial, withdrawing just past the 10ml fill line and turning back to Luna. Luna had finished tearing off the remainder of her clothes (which had been reduced to shreds of fabric). She lay spread out naked on the floor with her legs wide open, her body observable by all. Luna was completely overcome by the Aphrodisiac, her hand working away rapidly, thrusting several fingers in and out of her pussy over and over, while her other hand squeezed at her breasts, occasionally pinching and pulling her nipple. Her hair fanned out behind her, and a series of moans flew from her lips.

“Okay, hold still, Luna. I’ve got the medicine for you.” Tamara said, carefully approaching Luna. She held her hand out in front of her, carefully shielding the syringe. She had seen what Rapi cum could do to women, and it seemed Luna was deep under its control. It was highly unlikely the poor girl had any thoughts left in her head other than those of breeding and pleasure.

Still, perhaps due to her training or perhaps due to Luna’s passive nature, she seemed far calmer and much more relaxed than a typical infected person, even despite her frantic masturbation. “Easy does it” Tamara approached her, bringing the syringe up to Luna’s shoulder. Tamara glanced up and happened to meet Luna’s gaze. There was something strikingly human about the look in her eyes, an innocence, begging for help which seemed to imply cognizance. Perhaps the infected didn’t lose their minds to the extent that people seemed to think.

Tamara pressed the plunger of the syringe, shooting the “Experimental Cure” into Luna’s bloodstream. Luna continued fingering herself, but started slowing down. Her frantic hips motions stopped, her eyes began to droop, then, finally, Luna collapsed.