The blue door didn't have a handle on the outside.
Just a bell. One small, rusted button.
Kago didn't press it.
He tested it. Locked.
Amahle stood behind him, arms folded tight over her chest. The cold had nothing to do with it.
"Now what?" she whispered.
Kago stepped back. Looked up. One small window, frosted glass. Light behind it.
"Heard you," came a voice from inside. Old. Female. Tired.
"Who is it?"
Silence.
Kago looked at Amahle.
Your call.
Amahle swallowed. Stepped forward.
"It's us," she said. Her voice shook. "Nurse Nkosi. Please. We need just five minutes."
Nothing.
Ten seconds.
Then the click of the lock.
The door opened an inch. A chain.
One eye in the gap. Bloodshot. Afraid.
"You're not from the hospital." Nkosi said.
"No," Amahle said. "We're not."
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