Chapter 22
Clay glanced up and down the corridor. The layout could have come from almost any large ship he’d ever been on. Metallic walls, doors at regular intervals, bulkheads at either end.
Other things set it apart from most of the others, though. The walls were painted and well maintained. No dirt or rubbish littered the floor. Even Imperial ships gained a layer of greasy dirt over time. The lighting was bright but not harsh, an unusual combination.
Zeek pointed to a small plaque beside the door Clay had just come through.
“Medical-five,” he said. “Your room, for as long as you wish to stay with us.”
“What happens if you need it for someone else who gets hurt?”
“Don’t worry. We have seven others. If all of those are full then we’ll probably have you too busy helping patc
