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Another one closed again today. It was the fourth this week. It seemed that no matter the growing need for hospitals, the staff wasn't as interested in working. The new life the Prophet proclaims doesn't need them to work and so they've just stopped.

The buildings aren't going unused that's for sure. One was discovered to have become some sort of hotbed for teenager hedonism. No one is quite sure what the appeal was, but teenagers will forever rebel, and with the lack of authority, extremism has found its place.

Though the hospital that closed today tried harder than the others to stay open. It was originally St. Michael the Archangel's and the few remaining doctors changed the name. They spent one late night pulling down the Christian paraphernalia of the patron saint of the sick and replace it with the Prophet. The place as a whole was a veritable shrine to her, in hopes to keep people in, to keep them coming.

But as always, it failed. The staff dwindled again, interested in other things, in things less like work. It dwindled to two or three and eventually just died out. The last two were said to have cried when they closed the doors for the last time, though no one is sure if they were tears of joy or sadness. The new age has ushered itself in far faster than anyone would have expected.