18 A Hospital Visit
Amalie strode down the sterile, freezing hallway. Hospitals had never bothered her before. They’d beckoned, in fact. A dream, a future that she wanted.
Not today. Today she wasn’t here to learn about new technology or medical breakthroughs. Today Amalie was here to visit a suffering friend.
She balanced the hard plexicast pot on her left hip and knocked on the door with her right hand.
“Come in,” KaeHan said.
The door slid open, and Amalie entered. Strange how a room can smell sterile and sick at the same time, tea tree oil mixed with human sweat. Monique’s face, normally a glowing earthen brown, had turned ashen like a shroud. She slept snuggled under a homemade blanket, probably made by the parent of an IAS student. Its cheerful flowers felt like they were mock
