Another day, another circle of life. Amelia cleaned Dr. Frankenstein, making sure his needs were taken well prepared for.
She put on a medical mask and carried the water basin out of the room.
Nurses and doctors rushed back and forth, going to the next patients.
Dr. Frankenstein may have stabilized the situation in Luandon. But more people were still catching Black Blood every day.
The rumor that Dr. Frankenstein caught the disease himself had also gone out, placing even more panic into the Chaos.
Amelia walked through the hallway, witnessing the chaos unfolded and fearing silently.
'When will this end?' She asked herself. 'Will Anglas ever get rid of Black Blood or are they doomed to forever struggle in this hell?'
When Amelia returned to Frankenstein's room, he was still sleeping soundly. The young nurse sighed deeply.
She sat on the bed and placed her hand on his forehead, checking his temperature.
