Bab 96: Chapter 96 : Wilted Leaf

Ella

The hallway is a blur of flashing lights and panic. Nurses in scrubs, their faces pale with terror, dash by, clutching charts or supplies in trembling hands. The blaring of alarms echoes off the sterile white walls, amplifying the sense of urgency.

I glance at Sara beside me; her expression mirrors the anxiety I feel, but there's something else there too—determination. Without a word, we sprint through the chaos, dodging frantic hospital staff.

"What the hell is going on?" Sara shouts over the noise, but no one answers. The chaos is too thick. My heart is pounding, not just from running but from the growing sense of dread gnawing at my gut.

I spot a nurse trying to catch her breath, leaning against the wall, wide-eyed and shaking. I skid to a halt and grab her arm gently. "Hey, what's happening?"