The water sprinkler paused, letting a splash echo through the room.
Leon stood up from the side of the bed where the doctor had neared. He had been helping the nurse who was vomiting the blood flowing within her.
"Come with me."
A soft voice echoed behind Leon's ears, followed by a warm touch on his shoulder.
As soon as Leon turned, he saw Mr. Lee standing sideways. His right fist was clenched tightly, almost as if he were promising to attack.
With quiet precision, Leon followed Mr. Lee toward the door. He lowered his head the moment they stepped into the crowd of nurses and patients standing by the entrance. Though no one touched him, he felt as if their stares were dragging across his skin.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, tilted to his cheeks, and fell from his chin. Leon exhaled sharply as they moved past the last two nurses. By then, he had counted fifty-two toes on the people they passed.
