Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 20:18:55 GMT -5
Ivan, having completed his rounds, went out into the waiting room to take a bit of a rest. The on call rooms had been turned in to patient rooms with the surge of new patients, and the only place to actually relax was the noisiest part of the hospital. It was irony, and annoyance, at its best.
Ivan sat down in one of the few open seats, next to a table covered in outdated magazines. The cover of one had a picture of the Necrotech logo, and some scientific propaganda about extending your life. It was a bullshit claim, but it was an interesting read.
Ivan sat down in one of the few open seats, next to a table covered in outdated magazines. The cover of one had a picture of the Necrotech logo, and some scientific propaganda about extending your life. It was a bullshit claim, but it was an interesting read.