All romantic thoughts left my head when we got to the place, replaced by a feeling of dull detachment that covered me like a shield and protected me from the sights and sounds and smells of the hospital. I disliked them with passion at the best of times, avoided as much as I could the bleached walls and the memories they brought. This time, it was even worse, because the place was packed to the brim.
"What… what should I do?" Panda asked me. She stood with a clueless and greenish face, staring owlishly at the few afflicted who sat in waiting chairs in the vestibule.
They were fine enough to sit, so I'd say they were on the better side. Calm, too. Some quietly talked, some busied themselves with phones, some just sat with bored expressions. Not so calm was the personnel: nurses and doctors running around. Some were witches, most weren't.
"Find the person responsible for organising grunts and ask this question to him," I told her. "And we were told to report to…"
