A crash came from behind a privacy curtain, followed by a string of colorful curses. The curtain was yanked aside with enough force to nearly tear it from its track, revealing a petite woman with long black hair and striking hazel-gold eyes with vertically slit pupils.
She wore a lab coat over what appeared to be a black corset and torn fishnets, looking more like she belonged at a goth concert than in a medical facility. A stethoscope hung around her neck, and various surgical tools filled the pockets of her lab coat, their metal handles glinting menacingly.
"Carmen!" Dr. Sandoval's face lit up with genuine delight, her unusual eyes glittering with an enthusiasm that seemed at odds with her punk-rock appearance.
