The Burned Man Was Still Whispering

The burned man was still whispering, and i might even have called it chanting. His eyes were still closed and his lips were barely moving. I started to feel warm, like there was a fever quickly creeping out towards my skin. The waiting room for a and e is always full, especially on a night like this. But now it was utterly deserted. Even the staff at the admissions desk were gone. All empty except those patients physically too sick to move or hooked up to ives. They lay there sleeping.

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