Women in shiny silver lab coats walking around with purpose. Men in medical scrubs, matching hats and special visors pace around aimlessly. The ceilings are high, everything is painted glossy white and despite being entirely indoors the air circulates freely everywhere as it does on mountain tops.
I don’t remember traveling or arriving here but I am not phased in the slightest. I do not feel at home, but I do not feel out of place, because I have a uniform of my own. A patients gown. My only complaint is that it isn’t silver, it matches the men’s scrubs in color.
My head feels empty. No migraines, no pain, no questions even. I feel as if I am cooperating unknowingly. I acquaint myself with the surroundings, not because I feel particularly compelled or curious, merely because I do not have thoughts enough to entertain myself sitting still. There aren’t many instruments.
The men, or doctors I suppose busy themselves with big, golden, complex instruments. They appear to be purposed for star gazing.