The mortuary became a tableau of shock and murmured disbelief for almost an hour. Medics, aides, and officials whom Leon knew nothing about gathered around him, their expressions ranging from awe to naked fear.
Some stretched their hands, wanting to feel the warmth of the boy's skin, just to verify that he wasn't a ghost.
That night, under the dark, starless sky, Mr. Lee guided Leon away from the dead and led him to a different room that seemed to hold life.
The smell of old herbs and antiseptic floated about in the room like a stubborn spirit.
Leon's eyes became heavy the moment his back touched the top surface of the bed laced with blue silk. He fell into a deep sleep that was devoid of dreams, most especially the vast green ocean and the grey-skinned beings.
After what felt like two hours, a low, groaning hum filled the room. Leon jolted up from his sleep, feeling the hum vibrating through his teeth.
