Night 58: Infirmary
[from here]
The door to the infirmary swung open slowly, as Taura pushed it open first a crack, and then far enough to slip through. Vague shapes -- beds? -- lined the walls, but even her eyes couldn't pick out more than that. She switched on her flashlight and blinked at the brightness.
Yeah, beds. She'd found the sickbay, all right. Which should mean that there'd be a supply closet somewhere. Maybe even something next to the beds. She swung the light up to her arm and regretted it; the skin bulged where she'd healed it shut, as if something was festering inside, and it had migrated some tentacles down to her stomach.
She looked around. Empty beds, empty shelves, even empty trash cans.
Wait. Something had moved, down at the end. Two somethings, on two beds. She ducked behind one of the empty cots and listened.
The door to the infirmary swung open slowly, as Taura pushed it open first a crack, and then far enough to slip through. Vague shapes -- beds? -- lined the walls, but even her eyes couldn't pick out more than that. She switched on her flashlight and blinked at the brightness.
Yeah, beds. She'd found the sickbay, all right. Which should mean that there'd be a supply closet somewhere. Maybe even something next to the beds. She swung the light up to her arm and regretted it; the skin bulged where she'd healed it shut, as if something was festering inside, and it had migrated some tentacles down to her stomach.
She looked around. Empty beds, empty shelves, even empty trash cans.
Wait. Something had moved, down at the end. Two somethings, on two beds. She ducked behind one of the empty cots and listened.