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Republican Commissar: As a final advice, follow your instinct. If something, anything [color=darkred]feels unnervingly wrong[/color] about a patient, further investigation is highly likely to save your lives.
Republican Commissar: As you all know, containment protocol's safety rules forbid you to leave the premises of this floor. You have been assigned rooms to rest in between shifts. A meeting shall be held here every morning.
Republican Commissar: As you all know, containment protocol's safety rules forbid you to leave the premises of this floor. You have been assigned rooms to rest in between shifts. A meeting shall be held here every morning to keep you updated.
Republican Commissar: Good luck, doctors. The Republic shelters.
Twitching facial movements and agitated micro-gestures. The anxiety was deafening across the silence. A grotesque truth, mentally repressed until now by those who had suspected it, had been made clear to everyone in the room.
Those who came before us were no more. We were not the first, and probably not the last. How many days were we expected to do our work ? How many days were we expected to survive ?
Small guidebooks were swiftly distributed around the table. Printed on the first pages were the Abnormality Rules, to be read and reread ad nauseam until seared into one's mind.
Twitching facial movements and agitated whispers. The anxiety was deafening across the silence. A grotesque truth, mentally repressed by those who had suspected it, had been made clear to everyone in the room.
Those before us were no more. We were not the first, and we would not be the last. How many days were we expected to do our work ? How many days were we expected to survive ?
I was the first to stand up and leave the room, brimming with a restless blend of nervous anticipation and unspoken fear.
I could still turn back and leave. I should. A part of me was screaming for it. But my legs kept on mechanically walking down the austere hallway, leading me to my assigned screening desk.
It was too late. I already knew too much, and was worth too little. Or so I told myself.
It was too late. I already knew too much, and was worth too little. Or so I tried to tell myself.
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