Meanwhile, Reina had just escaped from the room.
The hallway was now filled with many nurses pushing patients, and she could see parts of the building start to be engulfed in flames despite the sprinklers raining down in the hallway.
She mingled with the group, wanting to leave, when she heard some nurses whispering.
"The patient in the VIP room doesn't want to be moved."
"What do you mean by that? Can't you just move her by force?"
"That's the problem; she threatened to bite her own tongue if we got closer, and right now, we don't have anyone who wants to bother with her."
"Yes, after all, we don't have time for her tantrums now."
Another nurse then sighed, "I know that patient; maybe she really has given up on living."
"What are you all talking about! Move quickly; we have no time!" Another nurse berated them, making them quickly move.
With the panic and evacuation order, everyone quickly tried to leave the facility.
