January 3, 2054, 1:17 PM. Privatklinik Stillachhaus entrance.
An old nurse was waiting outside the building with a worried face. Hanna's condition was fine until last night, when suddenly she woke up and vomited a river of blood. Her nose and ears also bleed. The cut on her arm reopened, and even with coagulant, it didn't close. When she stopped bleeding, as if she didn't have blood anymore, she had convulsions, and was in coma since.
The head nurse made a call to the doctor, that luckily was already on his way. The call was three hours and a half ago, and the head nurse was waiting for him since.
Helena was on a room three doors away from Hanna's, eating lunch with Anne. "She won't die." Helena suddenly spoke, while munching rice. Anne nodded.
