Hermosa Pov

The door had a window. I stretched my neck to get a good view. I could barely see who was coming or going unless they were close to the door.

A patient with wrapped bandages on his head collapsed at my door, breathing heavily. He lifted his head up slowly.

“The cure…”

He pointed directly at me with his bony fingers, eyes round with dark pupils as he hit the window repeatedly.

I grabbed the sheets around me, holding them tight, scared that he was going to get ...