After summoning, Thomas decided to visit one facility within the complex. The hospital at Solaire used as a huge quarantine site during the covid-19.
The buzz of fluorescent lights was the first thing Thomas noticed as he stepped into the hospital wing.
The second was the smell.
Antiseptic. Burned fabric. Dried blood.
The aftermath of a battle wasn't just scorched earth and broken tanks. It was here too — lingering in the beds, stitched into the white linens, reflected in the glazed eyes of the wounded.
Thomas paused at the entrance, his boots silent on the polished floor.
The medical wing had been expanded weeks ago when the first serious attacks began. Now it looked like a battlefield all its own — filled to capacity, with cots squeezed between real beds, and temporary partitions put up to give at least the illusion of privacy.
