บท 171: A Luna's Role

[Denali’s POV]

I move forward, trying not to breathe through my nose or look too closely at the world around me. The groans of those infected echo around me, mixing in with the sounds of the nurses and doctors feet rushing along the floor. No one pays me attention. It’s like I’m a phantom here, and I guess with their minds occupied with the sick, no one really cared about me.

I continue to move until I feel Rosco’s familiar essence. Once I’ve pinpointed where he is, I begin to move until I spot Maria coming out of a room, looking exhausted and covered in blood.

“Maria,” I gasp, moving forward. “How are things?”

“They’re…” She begins, worriedly biting her lip. “I’m not sure.”

Not sure. If she was saying that, did it mean that even she wasn’t able to cure the infected of their ailment? If she couldn’t, then the only thing we could do was treat the sick and pray that they’d make it through.