Ahrie and Leo bolted out of the tent.
Two patients were already sprinting off in different directions.
They locked eyes.
They nodded—"You take left." "You take right." That was the plan.
Except… both of them charged the same guy.
They froze mid-run, faces inches apart.
A beat of awkward silence.
Ahrie turned his head slowly toward Leo.
"Seriously?"
"Ouff…" Leo facepalmed.
Ahrie and Leo split up again—Ahrie going right, Leo sprinting left after Patient #3.
It didn't take long for Leo to catch him; the guy's leg injury made it more of a slow limp than an escape.
Leo quickly grabbed him by the shoulders, panting, trying to sound calm.
"H-hey, wait! It's not what you think!" Leo stammered.
Patient #3 glared back, breathing hard.
"You see… uh… the mosquito! Yeah! It landed on Patient #1's face, that's all!" Leo babbled, forcing a shaky smile.
Patient #3 just sighed—exhausted, half-annoyed—and let Leo drag him back toward Tent 24.
