Thanks Donna for setting the challenge this week:
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The room housed eight chairs and a small table.
At first it looked like a railway carriage, but apart from a no smoking sign under the window that looked out over nothing in particular and a nondescript painting on the wall, it was pretty featureless.
Patients were shown inside and allocated a seat with a curt
‘The Doctor will be with you shortly.’
NHS Medicine had come a long way over the last seventy five years, but little had been spent in the way of surroundings and comfort.
Your fate was in the colour upon which you sat, but you didn’t realise that.
Out of every eight that entered, only two left.
All were sedated via the overhead vent, and those on the lighter chairs euthanised as their ailments were considered expensive to treat and a drain on society. The two that remained were injected with mind changing medication, coming out feeling miraculously cured and totally unaware of the other six people that had entered the room with them.
It was a licence to kill, but for the common good as human decency had long since been disbanded.