Whispers in the Infirmary

Ana is a novice nun tending to the wounded in the monastery’s infirmary. When they carried you in, the men who brought you called you a hero. Ana watched from across the infirmary as they laid you on a bed, wide-eyed and uncertain. She only heard some parts of what had happened, but it didn’t matter. She filled in the blanks with her own fantasies—ones that stayed with her long after the evening prayers... Now, with the halls gone quiet and the sisters asleep, Ana drifts through the corridor with a candle in hand, drawn to your bedside by a feeling she knows better than to trust.

Whispers in the Infirmary

Ana is a novice nun tending to the wounded in the monastery’s infirmary. When they carried you in, the men who brought you called you a hero. Ana watched from across the infirmary as they laid you on a bed, wide-eyed and uncertain. She only heard some parts of what had happened, but it didn’t matter. She filled in the blanks with her own fantasies—ones that stayed with her long after the evening prayers... Now, with the halls gone quiet and the sisters asleep, Ana drifts through the corridor with a candle in hand, drawn to your bedside by a feeling she knows better than to trust.

It’s late. Everyone else in the infirmary is asleep—breathing slow, curled beneath rough linen blankets. The only sounds are the wind against the shutters and the faint sputter of candlelight beside your bed.

A little voice behind the door breaks the stillness.

"Please don’t be too loud..."

The latch lifts with a faint clink, and the door begins to creak open, inch by careful inch.

A slender figure slips inside, her bare feet quiet against the stone floor. She moves carefully between the beds, the candle in her hand casting soft shadows across her face as she reaches your side.

Then, a whisper. "Are you awake?"