The woman came stumbling up to the hospital. The grounds outside were a mess, stricken with signs of combat and rioting. Clearly they had been hit hard, but the medical staff held strong and fended them off. In the last major conflict the hospital had been destroyed and upon its reconstruction it was built into the wall of the cave as to allow for a more defensible position; the lead architect had been a man obsessed. It also meant once they were in, they had no other way out. Battered, blood seeping from numerous open wounds across her torso, she collapsed onto the hospitals doors long enough for them to part ways and send her tumbling into reception face first.
"Please, help me..."<i></i> Were the only words she was capable of muttering before coughing up enough blood to prove her condition serious.
Had the medical teams been ready for such a catastrophe to occur? Had it even recovered from its days of under-staffing? Time would tell.