Except for the small plaque near the doors, the Health Center was indistinguishable from the other buildings around it. I felt an eerie sense of déjà vu as I approached, but our Teacher wasn’t waiting for us this time. Kyer and I pushed open the doors and entered the Center. As our tags were read, double beeps rang through the lobby. By the time we were inside, a Center worker had already approached, console in hand. He gave us a quick glance before returning to the console.
“A-4602?” he asked.
I raised my hand and he waved the console at me. It gave a satisfactory beep of approval.
With a nod, he told me, “They’re ready for you in Room 10-C. But I don’t have anything down for you, K-4602. Are you unwell?”
Kyer laughed, the sound like a quick slap in the otherwise quiet lobby. “I’m jus
