Sickness

Marlon

Almost asleep on the bed in my room, I hear footsteps towards my room. I was dying of sleep, as I was awake all night. The door opens and a security guard enters the room. He looked at me suspiciously.

“ Navid, did you ever see someone in uniform the night before?

“ No.

I see him looking me up and down, suspicious. He looks at my face, as if it were familiar, I notice that his eyes are fixed on my arms, which have many tattoos. I took a deep breath, remaining calm and calm, as if I didn't even know what he was talking about.

“ Is there a problem, Mr. Charles? “ Cíntia asks, finding it strange.

“ No, my colleagues and I just suspect that there is an infiltrator... someone impersonated us last night.

“Then keep looking and leave the patient alone.” He ordered.

“ Yes ma'am. “ He looked at me again and left.

She came closer to me and sat down next to me. She put her hand on my arm.

“ Don't worry, no one will hurt you anymore....

I looked at her and said nothing, disguising the cont