It was cold in the hospital wing. A steely cold that cut through the sheets like shrapnel. Rydia shook gently. There was shrapnel in the bed with her.
“Mind Reader!” Jabber strode into the room but stopped at the foot of the bed to shiver. “What the-”
“It has to be cold,” Rydia whimpered. “The doc says we gotta keep the world all cold...”
JabberHut frowned and turned to the doctor for confirmation. She was wearing a white long-coat and her clipboard had frostbite.
“Why's the room so cold?” Jabber asked.
“How else would I keep the bodies preserved?” The doctor raised her head and nodded at bed two. “Another dead this morning. Do you want it to smell like a grave?”
JabberHut slowly shook her head, her expression aghast. “You're keeping the bodies in here?”
“Well it is the morgue,” the doctor said. She turned and slowly walked away.
Jabber turned to Rydia and reached out for her cold, stiff hand. “I don't think he's a real doctor,” Jabber said.
“Do you want to share my bed?” Rydia asked her.