C43 Doomed.

They shoved me into the glass-walled room so hard I hit the cold, tiled floor with a sharp cry. The impact rattled from my knees to the whole of my body, but I barely registered the pain over the suffocating scent of disinfectant that clawed at my nostrils. Gasping for air, I looked up, my chest heaving as my eyes darted around the room. Heavy curtains hung over the transparent walls