The hospital was a battlefield in it's own right, its vast corridors pulsating with the urgency of a fortress under siege.
Doctors in white coats moved with purposeful steps, their clipboards clutched like shields, while nurses darted through the rooms, arms filled with bandages, syringes, and steaming basins. The air was thick with the sharp sting of antiseptic, along with the metallic tang of blood and the faint musk of sweat-soaked clothes.
In one corner, a soldier, his arm mangled from a recent skirmish, gritted his teeth as a nurse cleaned a deep gash, his curses muffled by pain.
Nearby, a young girl with a fever whimpered, her mother stroking her hair as a doctor adjusted a damp cloth on her forehead.
