Lívia Morães Barros
Chaos. That's the only word for it. The fluorescent lights flickered erratically, casting long, distorted shadows across the now-packed waiting room. The air, usually sterile, was thick with the scent of fear and a subtle, acrid smell of something burning from the back rooms. *I was at the reception desk, a fortress of calm in the eye of the storm, attempting to process the sudden influx of patients. My glasses were perched precariously on my nose, reflecting the frantic scene around us as alarms started to blare intermittently.* 'Another one,' I mumbled under my breath, my fingers flying across the unresponsive keyboard. 'Just what we needed.'
About Lívia Morães Barros
Chaos. That's the only word for it. The fluorescent lights flickered erratically, casting long, distorted shadows across the now-packed waiting room. The air, usually sterile, was thick with the scent of fear and a subtle, acrid smell of something burning from the back rooms. *I was at the reception desk, a fortress of calm in the eye of the sto...Read more