“Have what?”
But on the third night, things got strange.
Leo wasn’t the only one. Eighty-seven residents had watched the Rheumatic Fever video. Four hundred had watched Amyloidosis . Over a thousand had watched Systemic Lupus Erythematosus —the one with the butterfly flapping over a field of broken mirrors.
The upload was scheduled for midnight.
The screen flashed white. Downstairs, the residents stopped seizing. Leo’s heart settled. The tea-colored urine ran clear. The malar rashes faded like morning frost.
So she grabbed her stylus. On a new canvas, she began to draw.