Two days flew by. Leon remained glued to the Bastion Hospital like a dead soul refusing to cross over.
His eyes turned red every night and pale when the sun stretched over the Thule skies. The antiseptic air clung to his grayed war suit whenever Room 514's door pushed open.
His shadow stretched on the floor. The large curtains covering the windows were slid to the side by one of the new nurses.
Kay, the brown-haired junior nurse appointed to care for Room 514's patient, felt her chest rise and fall. She lowered her arm from the curtains and inhaled.
Strands of her brown hair wobbled at her face. She unlocked the window. Her eyebrows fluttered as a haze of warm air drifted into the room, carrying with it tiny green leaves.
A smile flashed on her face. She spotted the flying chickadees that always migrated toward the windows of the room whenever she pushed them open. 'This kid has a good heart.'
