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The Hospital was too bright for your eyes as they slowly began to peal open. The first thing that registered was an intercom calling out directions, the sound of squeaky wheelchairs, the clack of a keyboard, a lemon smell with a metallic tang in the air, bleach wafting from bedding, a low-volumed TV echoing in the other room, and the sound of low muffled voices.

footsteps echoing through the halls, you barely register as one comes up to your side and registers your own awareness. A tall man with slightly curly hair, wearing a white coat. His name tag says Dr. Reid. His mouth soon opened and he spoke quietly.