Gianna POV
I was about to hand over a cup of water to a sick lady to drink when I heard a nurse yelling loudly.
"You can't be here!" she shouted.
I quickly gave the lady her water and stepped outside.
"What's happening?" I asked in an authoritative tone.
I saw a little boy who was trying to come into the camp, but he didn't look sick.
"Luna," the nurse gave a little bow; her face was still in a frown, "nothing serious here." She glared harshly at the boy who stepped backward away from her.
"I didn't ask if it was serious or not." I said.
"This brat here isn't seriously sick but is trying to force his way into camp," the nurses stated grumpily.
"I'm seriously sick," the kid showed the star markings on his chest.
His markings were in the same stage as Riley's, at the beginning stag
