Sick Bay

A narrow infirmary corridor lined with stainless steel medical cabinets and a single examination table bolted to the floor, its surface cleaned but still bearing faint stains. Fluorescent lighting hums overhead, casting a sterile glow that sharpens the antiseptic tang of bleach and blood. The air is cool and damp, carrying the acrid metallic scent of medical waste from the recent autopsies. A row of equipment stands ready—plastic sheeting partially peeled back reveals the outline of a covered corpse. The space feels clinical and provisional, a temporary morgue repurposed within an operational facility, its purpose marked by the grim silence of death and the murmur of urgent investigation.