CHAPTER 13

Justin was sitting next to a patient’s bed. The patient looked weak and terrible. Black scales began to appear on his arms.

“Is he poisoned?” Justin’s countenance turned dull. “He healed my disease, so why can’t he heal whatever that is plaguing him?”

Rosie walked into the room with a sad expression. Her mother had already explained Phil's situation. She just stood by the wall and kept watching him in silence.

Justin could feel her sadness, and so he couldn’t even say a word for a long time.

“What did the doctor say?” he asked, but Rosie didn’t respond. (Is it that serious?) Rosie looked dull, so he wanted to say something to better her mood. “How did you two meet each other?”

Rosie briefly glanced at him. “What’s your name?”

“Justin,” he quickly responded. “Justin Alves.”

“Justin Alves… why don’t you mind your own business?” she bluntly said.

The smile on Justin’s face vanished. He was hurt by her words, but he didn’t take it to heart. He could understand that she wasn’t in a good mo