Cyrus feels a shiver running down his spine and his hair stands up after searching the place with his sixth sense. Noting specific stands out, though.
The girl slides off the bed, her eyes darting around as if expecting an attack from any direction. She pulls the blanket around herself tight, looking like a tiny withered old woman and scurries outside as fast and undetectable as she can manage. She continues without stopping outside the door and slows to a halt when the two of them are a hundred yards away from the building.
"I'm Nadia, sir." she turns towards Cyrus, then looks back at the building, her expression suddenly changing to carefree happiness, "The plague is ... just sickness. It goes away. My friends had it, Perre in the neighboring house, old Janpar who is just a beggar. And nobody got really hurt. Only people in the hospital ... change, or die. People with the plague in the hospital. Why does the hospital hurt people?"