Clarence was ordered to bring his sleeping bag into Shimon's room, no one else was allowed to handle it, but him. It would take another week before Christian started to recover gradually, Lucas refused to say anything to Shimon.
Lucas also wasn't allowed to speak, like a dog he sat there in the corner. He worried about what to do next if he was separated from the rest along the way, they will stay in the room and wait like animals themselves in fear.
"Shimon, is he supposed to be coughing up blood still?" A nurse asked.
"What are you talking about?" Shimon questioned.
"Last half an hour…he hasn't been doing anything else."
He took his clothing as he rushed out of the room to Christians, Lucas went with him out of concern to find from the distance nonstop coughing into a towel-lined with blood. Christian gawked up at Shimmon with black lining under his eyes.
