Justin Battleson raised his hand, attempting to pull Hank Thompson's hand, but Hank, who had been still all along, suddenly retreated as if he was electrified, widening the distance between him and Justin.
The palm of his hand was full of cold sweat, he subconsciously looked up at Justin's expression, his face full of unease.
Cyrus Thompson glanced at him.
Only they knew their complex feelings towards Justin and the conflicting emotions of wanting to be close yet fearing to get closer.
...
On the other side, Jack Thompson and Chad Thompson, the two young kids, had walked downstairs with their short steps. It took them a few rounds before seeing Adam Ross in the corridor of the second floor that had no hospital rooms.
The man's back was to them, a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. The cigarette smoke curled around and seeped from his mouth, slowly spreading around him.
The air was faintly scented with the smell of tobacco.