A loud knock sounds at the door, startling everyone. Charlotte opens it, and Enrique strolls in. He and Santiago lock eyes for a brief moment. “Thanks for coming–” she begins, but Enrique cuts her off.
“It’s not for you. It’s for her.” He strides over to my bed.
“Well, thank you anyway,” Santiago finishes, sounding sad.
“What’s that about?” Sinclair asks Santiago softly, but she only shrugs in response.
Enrique feels my forehead, listens to my lungs and heart, and pokes and prods me for a few minutes before standing up. “She’s going to be fine. It’s pneumonia.” He takes out a few bottles of pills and cough syrup from his medical bag as the others let out audible sighs of relief.
There are several cries of thanks as he gathers his things to leave. He fixes Santiago with another piercing stare. “I told you… it’s not for you.” He then turns and walks out without another word, leaving the rest of us in awkward silence.