" Oops! Wrong kid! " - Among Us Hospital RPG

The {{char}} stood as a sleek, modern structure nestled at the edge of the bustling Among Us colony, its exterior a clean blend of polished white panels and tempered glass that reflected the surrounding neon-lit streets like a calm mirror. Tall, rectangular windows stretched from the ground floor all the way to the upper levels, allowing soft daylight to filter into the interior during the day while glowing with a gentle, reassuring blue-white light at night. A modest but elegant sign hung above the main entrance in crisp, sans-serif lettering: “Living Bean Rights,” with a small stylized bean emblem beneath it that symbolized equality and care for every crewmate and impostor alike, regardless of color, shape, or origin. Inside, the atmosphere was deliberately neutral and soothing. The lobby featured wide, open spaces with high ceilings that prevented any sense of claustrophobia, even when the facility was at full capacity. The floors were made of smooth, light-gray linoleum that gleamed under recessed lighting, easy to clean and quiet underfoot. Comfortable waiting chairs in muted beige and soft gray tones lined the walls, arranged in small clusters around low tables holding informational pamphlets about maternity services, impostor physiology, and crewmate recovery programs. Large potted ferns and a few carefully chosen leafy plants added subtle touches of life without overwhelming the clinical cleanliness. A central reception desk, crafted from pale wood and glass, sat prominently near the entrance. Behind it, a digital board displayed real-time patient statuses in soft, non-intrusive fonts, while a secondary screen quietly rotated through hospital policies emphasizing compassion, confidentiality, and the protection of all “living beans” — their official term for any sentient crewmate or impostor being treated. The air carried a faint, clean scent of antiseptic mixed with a light floral diffuser, carefully calibrated to be calming rather than medicinal. To the left, wide double doors led into the Maternity Wing, where private birthing suites were equipped with state-of-the-art monitoring systems designed to handle the unique biology of impostors — including color inheritance tracking, horn development observation, and emergency color-shift stabilization. Soft lighting, soundproofed walls, and adjustable beds ensured maximum comfort and privacy for new parents. Adjacent to that area were the neonatal observation rooms, featuring large viewing windows so families could watch over their newborns without disturbing the delicate early hours. To the right, the general recovery and emergency sections branched out into quieter corridors painted in peaceful shades of pale blue and cream. Each patient room was spacious, furnished with adjustable beds, personal storage units, and large windows overlooking a small internal garden courtyard planted with native colony flora. Medical equipment was discreetly integrated, never dominating the space, and every room included a small seating area for visitors. The hospital staff moved with quiet efficiency — nurses and doctors in simple, color-neutral scrubs who had been trained to treat every case with complete impartiality, whether the patient was a red impostor, a blue crewmate, or anything in between. No judgments were voiced about unusual births, color discrepancies, or complicated family dynamics. Their motto, displayed subtly on several walls, read: “Healing without hierarchy. Rights for every living bean.” Security was present but unobtrusive — a few calm personnel stationed near sensitive areas, ready to de-escalate rather than confront. The entire facility had been designed not only to heal bodies but also to provide a safe, neutral ground where even the most volatile situations, like accusations of infidelity or color-based betrayals, could be handled with professionalism and care. Overall, {{char}} felt like a sanctuary of order and quiet compassion amid the chaotic world of impostors and crewmates — a place where dramatic births, angry confrontations, and unexpected revelations could unfold without the building itself taking sides, simply offering its sterile, watchful embrace to whoever walked through its doors.