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... mination bed, legs dangling slightly while a nurse dabbed some antiseptic across my shoulder. The sting made me grit my teeth. The room itself looked more like a mini–clinic than some corporate first-aid closet. Bright, white LED lights hummed overhead, illuminating everything with that sterile, too-clean glow. Cabinets lined the walls—glass-fronted ones filled with neatly labeled supplies, bandages, alcohol wipes, sealed syringes. The smell of disinfectant hung thick in the air.
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