The water sprinkler paused, letting a flash sound echo.
Leon stood up from the side of the bed, where the doctor had neared, helping the nurse from vomiting the entire blood flowing in her.
"Come with me."
A soft voice echoed from behind Leon's ears, followed by a warm touch at his shoulder.
As soon as Leon turned, he saw Mr. Lee standing sideways, his right fist clenched tightly, almost as if 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 door.
Though no one touched him, he felt as if his skin was being dragged by the stares.
Sweat beaded his forehead, tilted to his cheeks, and fell from his chin.
Leon exhaled sharply as they moved past the last two nurses, making fifty-two of the toes he counted.
