The Weird Patient

"Twenty percent deduction in your salary, Ms Lee."

Leon's eyes widened while Eva's eyes remained small, the way they were before she spoke as if unfazed. She replied with her lips widening little by little, "Mr Saverio, have you eaten today?"

She pushed herself away from the bed and when her eyes immediately set on the butterfly that was on the back of her palm she hissed inwardly.

She was fine now. She didn't need any care anymore. Everything in this room made her extremely sick than she ought to be. Her eyes didn't linger further on the butterfly, she immediately pulled it out and blood slowly dropped beneath the wool and plaster stuck on her hand.

"Ms Lee, what are you doing? It's...you are sick," Leon responded, stammering as he became even more surprised as the second went by.