Without waiting on Kaeva, Eddie stomped to the Med Center’s door. Kaeva followed, squeezing into the turnstile behind Eddie. His ears popped once he was inside the center, and his nostrils filled with the smell of recycled air, fresh linen, and hints of human sickness. There were three rows of plain beds, all of them empty. Along the back wall was another sealed area where the long-term patients were kept, either sedated or comfortable. They’d be there while the battle between the Cure and their own immune systems raged until they succumbed to the Cure sickness and died. Some didn’t die, but those numbers were low. Maybe one in ten.
Grateful most of the electronic equipment was in the rear of the building, Kaeva waited with Eddie. To their left were a series of three metal chairs with pad
