"Captain Brom, you may visit miss Anne now,"
A healer called for Brom as he was waiting outside the tent, waiting for permission to get inside Anne's tent. He said his gratitude to the healer and walked into the isolated tent in the back. When he opened the tent, Anne was sitting on her bed with a book in her hand.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Asked Brom to his friend, the two of them becoming such best friends in the past two years. They're bonding with the certain facts of an insidious personality haunting them both, their own share secret.
"Feeling weak, but thankfully nothing more. I don't think I got infected." She smiled at Brom, but immediately added, "Keep your mask on, just in case."
"Hopefully, your blood could become the answer for a cure," Brom said to her while sitting on a chair beside the patient's bed. "Have you eaten anything yet?"
Anne shakes her head. "No, I don't have an appetite."
