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Resa carefully laid Silva on the patient's bed. He was very worried about the girl, but unfortunately there was no doctor on duty because it was late in the afternoon. He did what he knew how to do, wiping off the sweat with a warm towel, applying a blanket, loosening the belt, and giving his first patient a small massage on her right hand.

Cold sweat soaked Resa's temples, but he didn't really care about his heartbeat. He really couldn't think straight, and chose to blame himself for bringing Silva to the roof, and telling her to feel something for Tere's death. He should never have done that.

Resa sat beside the bed, watching Silva's face as the alleyway did not look peaceful. He thought something had happened, and the nightmares must have started coming now. The clock pointed to six in the evening, and Resa realized that he had spent two hours in the UKS just taking care of Silva. So long, yet so short, as if he had just come to lay her down.

Now Resa could only wait as he touch