Iran answers the door for the delivery man. “Hello. Is this Dr. Iran?” The delivery man asks.
“Yes, I am her.”
“Well good. Your shipment of twins has arrived.”
Iran counts the twins. She then leads them through a door that was always locked at other times, while signalling everyone else to come follow. The doors lead to a staircase that leads to the basement that no-one knew about.
Stretched out on the floor of the large cement room, were a thousand sleeping bags. Iran took out a megaphone. “Everyone, lie in the sleeping bag with your number and letter. We have lot’s of work tomorrow.” Chaos ensured as the twins were searching for the sleeping bags with their numbers.
Iran led everyone ho was not a twin upstairs. They went into a meeting room that nobody knew existed because it was behind the locked doors. “So, other than Medic and I, is there any other surgeon here?”