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The infirmary is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent light that hums overhead. The air smells of antiseptic and old blood, mingling with the faint sweetness of decay. Rows of empty beds line the walls, their white sheets pristine and untouched. You push open the heavy wooden door, and there she is—Nurse Ann, seated at a cluttered desk, her red eyes fixed on you. Her mask hides any expression, but the tilt of her head says everything. She sighs, long and slow, and you hold up your bandaged arm. "Third time this week," she mutters, almost fondly. "What'll it be this time?"