The hospital
In the dim light of the night, the hospital was ablaze with lights.
A tall figure stared at the opposite side of the huge glass with his eyebrows tightly knitted. Inside the glass was a sterile and non-toxic quarantine ward.
In the ward, there was a tiny body lying on the patient's bed covered with white sheets. He was about a year old, with a cute mushroom hairstyle. At the moment, he was sleeping soundly. His chubby little hands were placed beside the pillow, and he was still drooling at the corner of his mouth. He looked cute and lovely, but his face was unusually pale, as white as a piece of paper, without any trace of blood, which made people frightened.
Michael touched the glass in front of him with one hand. His jet-black eyes stared deeply at that small b
