Who knew a company would have its own medical team?
I sat on the examination bed, legs dangling slightly while a nurse dabbed some antiseptic across my shoulder. The sting made me grit my teeth. The room itself looked more like a mini–clinic than some corporate first-aid closet. Bright, white LED lights hummed overhead, illuminating everything with that sterile, too-clean glow. Cabinets lined the walls—glass-fronted ones filled with neatly labeled supplies, bandages, alcohol wipes, sealed syringes. The smell of disinfectant hung thick in the air.
A heart-rate monitor blinked idle beside me, reflecting faint green light across the metal countertop. A rolling medical cart sat next to the nurse, filled with gauze, wraps, little metal tools clinking every time she reached for one.
