ALLE
The medical wing smells like antiseptic and possibility.
I push through the double doors Winter's given me access to, and the space opens up in front of me like something out of a medical fantasy. It's massive—easily three times the size of what we had back home. State-of-the-art equipment lines the walls, gleaming under fluorescent lights that are somehow not harsh. Multiple exam rooms branch off the main corridor, a surgical suite visible through glass walls at the far end, and what looks like a legitimate research lab tucked in the corner.
Makes our old pack's medical facility look like we were practicing medicine with sticks and stones.
I'm standing there taking it all in, trying not to feel inadequate, when a familiar voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin.
"Miss Alle!"
