Chapter 5: Shaman, die!
Many questions filled Mikel's mind as he lay down to rest.
"What was that screen all about?" he wondered aloud. "I think it says he's Doom or something. Is it really just the medicines?"
A heavy sigh escaped Mikel as he closed his eyes. "Never mind that. It's gone, so I guess it's all in my head."
If not, he could just think about it later.
Deciding it was not worth dwelling on, Mikel heard footsteps approaching his ward. Peeking, he caught sight of a child standing by the door, looking at him curiously.
"Hm?" Arching a brow, he studied the kid. "What?"
The child pursed his lips into a thin line, walking closer until he was several steps from Mikel's bed.
Mikel's vision was still a little blurry, but it was better than in the past weeks. He could see the child wasn't in a patient gown, indicating he was wandering around while his parents were probably dealing with medical matters.
"Shoo," Mikel clicked his tongue, treating the child like a stray puppy. "Don't wander around near sick people."
The child blinked innocently. "Big Brother, what are you doing here?"
"For fun."