This time, the knock at the door felt almost routine, same as yesterday, and the day before that. Like everyone was slowly getting used to the fact that the world had changed… and that even in an apocalypse, certain things could settle into a rhythm.
Leon walked over and opened up without hurry.
Patrycja stood in the doorway, smiling at him naturally, with no tension in her face. "We want to hand out breakfast again," she said.
Leon just nodded, already accustomed to the routine.
He was about to turn and grab his things when he noticed Patrycja wasn't leaving. Instead, she looked him over, feet to shoulders, like something had only just clicked in her head.
"Wait… you…" she started, then stopped and smiled even wider. "You're walking normally."
"Yeah," Leon replied calmly. "Looks like it's over."
"Seriously?" Relief rushed into her voice. "So… you're healed?"
Leon nodded. "Yeah. I'm fully fine now."
