Sasha found herself sitting inside what looked like a cross between a clinic and a mad scientist's den.
Glass beakers, centrifuges, and makeshift shelves lined with scavenged meds and labeled vials filled the cramped space. A solar lamp flickered overhead, bathing everything in a soft gold light that made the room feel strangely alive.
Well, at least she didn't have to hunt Dylan down — he was right where she needed him.
"It's just routine for newcomers," Dylan said, his tone casual but precise as he slipped a needle into her vein. His hands were steady — too steady. "We screen for infection, viruses, bacterial spread, anything you might've picked up out there. The last thing we need is another outbreak."
Outbreak? It wasn't an outbreak though.
Sasha winced slightly but didn't flinch. "So you're the camp doctor?"
Dylan gave a nonchalant shrug. "Doctor. Scientist. Biochemist. Engineer, depending on the day."
Sasha arched a brow. "A man of many talents."
