The Medical Centre

November 6 - Al Raqis

The medical centre in Al Raqis is situated on the northern edge of the town, making it well placed to serve both the permanent residents of the wider region and the transient population of the spaceport. These days it doubled as the Karsadian embassy and as such could claim both hospital neutrality and the sanctity of being foreign soil.

It was here that Dr. Demanjrick had her practice.

The first floor was the clinic. There was a small sitting area just inside the door. Along the left hand side of the room was the treatment area and a counter at the far end. A bank of windows on the right completed the room.

There was an absence of interior partitions, and a piece of plywood mounted on the far wall. If this plywood covered signs of damage, then someone had the time to begin the repairs. No evidence of a recent struggle.

Containers bearing the Hoto Nagi logo sat next to the elevator tube. Medicine awaiting distribution. A cure for the Black Pox.

Tucked away behind the elevator was a large storage tank containing blood. I had never seen blood stored this way before. The vessel was so large. It was indeed a puzzle.

Getting to the second and third floor took some doing. The lock was a bit tricky.

On the second floor, I found a lounge with a well stocked bar. I would think for the use of embassy staff or for entertaining visiting diplomats, rather than for nursing staff on break.

The Hoto Nagi logo was everywhere. My understanding was that, as a political entity, Hoto Nagi was a union of the people of Karsadia and the people of Khayal Alramady.

There was an office on the third floor. An empty stasis tube of the same design used by Zenobia stood proudly to one side. Pictures of the desert sand decorated the back wall.

The desk was empty. No files. No papers. No sign of research into the virus, nor any indication of where the doctor may be.

But what I did find, in a navigation object across from the desk, were the coordinates to the Hoto Nagi moon.