Amullette and Kroan rode with Mikaya in the special flat bed car for the lift tubing. The child slept as always through the entire transportation process. An oxygen mask had been placed over her tiny face and she was lain out on a portable bed encased in a clear plastic curtain.
They followed the progress of Mikaya’s bed through a maze of hallways that seemed to twist and turn in circles. The walls were gray and dreary but even darker than Amullette remembered on her last visit. Doctors, nurses and soldiers in their appropriate uniforms hustled frantically from place to place making Amullette wonder how often they saw emergency cases such as Mikaya’s.