Allan rubbed his hands together, trying to generate heat, anything to help. The darkness around them made the clinic feel eerily quiet, almost abandoned. The wind outside howled louder, shaking the building like a living thing. Then, the lights flickered.
Allan’s breath hitched. Dr. Edwards glanced up, hope flashing in his eyes. A second later, the clinic’s power surged back to life. The generator must have reconnected to the main grid. The overhead lights glowed weakly, the hum of medical equipment returning like a heartbeat to the silent room.