The Christmas Cure <ESSENTIAL>

“I am home,” Elias replied, checking her vitals. “The hospital is where I belong.”

His patient in Room 4 was a young girl named Clara, admitted for a stubborn pneumonia that refused to break. While the rest of the town was tucked away in warm living rooms, Clara sat propped up against clinical white pillows, her breath coming in shallow, rhythmic rasps. The Christmas Cure

Clara reached for a small, crumpled paper bag on her nightstand. “You have the Christmas Sickness. My grandma says it’s when your heart gets too cold to remember how to beat for other people. You need the cure.” “I am home,” Elias replied, checking her vitals