The fluorescent light on the ceiling of Room 515 flickered, then blasted when Leon straightened himself.
Ashes of burnt leaves drifted upward when a hazy wind flew at the side of the hospital and moved toward the window of Room 515.
Water dripping sounds echoed in the slightly dim room, graced by the sun of the late afternoon, when Zoe saw the thick black blaze in the eyes of Leon.
"Leon…" she said with an unsteady voice and stretched her palms forward while stepping back. "It's me."
The red-gold cloth tightened itself around the neck of Leon and pulled him a step backward when he raised his clenched fist. "Why were you running away from me when I saw you in the sitting room, wearing a black hood?"
The walls of the room cracked under the weight of the voice of Leon. Parts of the raised bar of the bed reddened while the blazing black glow around Leon reached it.
