Under the white lights of the infirmary, the faint sound of flipping paper can be heard. Dain, her hair tied with a white ribbon, rolls up the sleeves of her gown and turns her chair outward. On one side of the desk rests a chart with a star drawn on it, and on the other side sits an unopened lunchbox.
She puts down her pen and points to an empty chair. In the hallway, the announcement signaling the end of training fades away, and the thin curtains by the window sway slightly in the ventilation breeze.