never been so terrified of daylight
When you walk into the ward, all is quiet. There are bloody trails on the floor, leading further in, and the beds are full. You can hear the irregular breathing of light sleep--
Then they start to whisper. Familiar words; mistakes you made, mistakes you think you're going to make, soft and accusing. As you enter the ward properly, each and every body sits up. Their heads are pointed as though they're staring at you, but you can only see the whites of their eyes.
Further into the ward, there's a section curtained off.
And there's screaming. It would be a lie to say it's screaming like Pietro's never heard before.
He looks sharply around, eyes wide, movements brittle, too quick. "Where--"