Holy s**t is right. It’s set up as an underground triage. It’s bright as f**k with large fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. There are a couple of hospital beds, monitors, and instruments scattered across metal tables. I also don’t miss the drains placed in the floor around the room. Makes me think they’re there for easy cleanup.
“What is all this?” Alex asks.
“Are you left or right-handed?” Tyson asks him, ignoring his previous question.
“Left,” he answers.
“Come here.” Tyson walks over to a chair in the middle of the room and pulls up an armrest, locking it in place. “You’ll go first. Lay your right arm out on the armrest. Palm up.”
Finn looks at me, his green eyes wide, and I shrug. I wasn’t given a f*****g itinerary.
Alex plops down in the chair, laying his arm out while
