After staring at the closed door for some time and hearing that the screaming had indeed stopped, I turned to Henry.
"Alright. Get rid of the corpse; I'll conjure it up if she wants to see it again. "I don't want to risk some worms crawling out; I am still paranoid about that.
"Finally." Henry let out a long sigh, and shadowy energy wrapped around the corpse and cloth bag in his hands; he really had been eagerly waiting for that.
Now finished, I wanted a shower and food, so I walked down the corridor to see that a door had been left open.
Inside was the same kind of hospital bed, just without so many monitors.
The one on the bed should be Henrietta, as she is the only other patient in this house—her face was covered by Emma's body. She bent towards her, taking water from the basin on the bed to help her wash her face or something.
