CHAPTER 209 — FRACTURES IN THE LINE (PART III)
The hospital district came into view slowly.
From above, it looked like a cluster of pale white islands surrounded by chaos.
Four massive medical complexes stood across several connected blocks, their rooftops crowded with emergency helicopters and temporary landing pads hastily assembled during the evacuation crisis. Ambulances clogged the streets below in long lines that stretched across intersections and highways like veins trying to carry blood through a wounded body.
Floodlights illuminated the entire district despite the growing darkness of the sky.
Doctors and nurses moved frantically between buildings.
Stretchers rolled across emergency ramps.
Generators hummed loudly as the city's failing power grid struggled to keep the hospitals alive.
For thousands of injured civilians across the metropolitan zone, this district had become the final line between survival and death.
And now—
