The sterile, bright, fluorescent lights shone down on him from the ceiling as he was wheeled down the long corridor, their narrow, semi-opaque fixtures imitating the dashed center line on the highway he’d been traveling only minutes before.
From his horizontal vantage point, he saw hanging above him a clear plastic bag, with a thin tube leading to...where?
Suddenly, the lights sped more quickly past him, and footsteps behind him quickened.
“Get him in here, stat!” shouted an important voice.
As the end of the gurney where his feet lay kicked open the swinging doors, the lights began to dim.
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My entry in the 100 Words Challenge, with the prompt, "corridor."