The hospital shifted in a way I had never felt before. Not panic. Not chaos.
Something colder than that—focused, deliberate. A silence that didn’t freeze but moved, fast and purposeful, like a storm made of restraint. Phones began ringing behind closed doors.
Security appeared at the entrance without being called. Within minutes, a police officer arrived. Then another.
Margaret was taken into the hallway first. She shouted prayers tangled with accusations, her voice sharp and echoing as officers guided her away. Claire followed, crying, insisting it was all a misunderstanding, that no one meant any harm.
Daniel didn’t move at all. He stood where he was, hands shaking, saying my name over and over like he was trying to remember who I had been to him. I watched everything from the hospital bed, detached from my own body.
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