Chapter 32
A worker in a white coat motioned for Brea and Milo to step up. She put on a polite but professional smile, her eyes glancing between them, as she asked, "Have you two been feeling alright? Are there any symptoms?" Brea didn't hesitate. "We're fine," she said, her voice steady. "We've been traveling for hours. Just tired." "Have you had any recent travel or contact with anyone who's been ill?" the doctor asked, her voice muffled by the thick mask. Brea shook her head, trying to keep her voice steady. "No, just coming from the north... nothing unusual." The doctor's eyes lingered on them briefly before she nodded and jotted something down on her clipboard. "You're clear for now. Please proceed to the waiting area for observation. You'll need to stay there for the next seven hours." Bre
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