AT THE HOSPITAL…

The constant hum of conversation and the steady beeping of machinery fill the air, blending with the sterile scent that clings to the walls. Doctors and nurses hurry through the corridors, their faces drawn with exhaustion, each one consumed by the demands of their shift.

My footsteps echo softly as I move down the hall, medical file in hand, flipping through it absentmindedly. I stop in front of Room 7, hearing faint voices from within.

The weight of fatigue presses heavily on my shoulders, the stress of the job anchoring me in place. Yet somehow, I manage to hold myself together. My hair is neatly combed, and my blue scrubs are freshly pressed and tucked, a fragile semblance of order in the chaos around me.

I take a deep breath, staring at the file in my hands. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my stethoscope, the familiar weight grounding me. I brace myself and push open the door.