Hospice

Prolouge

     Porter Caezex rushed past Doctor Wellse, squeezing into the crammed elevator. Conversations bounced off the stainless steel walls. Porter tapped his foot to the hum of the elevator.

     The doors pushed open, revealing the concrete walls of the Ambulance Bay. The elevator's population flooded out to the new patient. Porter whistled over to the area opposite of the Ambulance Bay; the Janitor's Quarters.

     "Yo! Violette! You have like a HELLA amount of laundry coming. This one kid lost his breakfast on like 20 nurses. It was BAD." Porter announced.

     Violette sighed and pushed her current load of laundry farther into the washing machine.

     "Well, I better camp out by the laundry chute then." She sighed. Violette Jhade grabbed two laundry baskets and rushed over to the chute, stopping for the new patient on the stretcher.

     Porter wandered over to his bunk and sat. He looked over to Charlie's bunk and then to the wall. He noticed a slight shadowing of the wall. "What??" He questioned himself. Porter lifted himself ensuring he didn't accidentally hit his head. His nimble fingers slipped into the small crack in the wall and pushed. The small section gave out into a control panel.

    Porter ran his fingers over the buttons and switch.  He looked around the cozy brick room.  He turned back to the panel and rushedly flipped the surprisingly light switch. Nothing happened. The room was pristine and serene. Porter noticed what was off instantly, the constant hum of the washing machine had died. An empty place of wall began to share the same shadowing  the panel-piece had.

    The wall began pushing open from the bottom unto the top. The wall piece held a stone-lined entrance to depths. Porter stepped into entrance, viewing the darkness surrounding him. He stepped unto the cold stone, slowly creeping in. Porter's light jacket was not enough to support him through the cold, stale air. 

     He reached the bottom and heard the doorway above fasten tight. Porter stepped farther into the darkness, approaching a dim light. A wooden door, he came too. Porter gripped the cold knob, and twisted. The door opened into a small stone room, looking as if it had been hand carved recently. He stepped into the dreary room and looked around.