Midnight call
In the stillness of night, the shrill ring of Gracie’s phone startled her awake. Heart pounding, she reached for it and froze when she saw the caller ID—it was the hospital. With growing unease, she answered. The night shift receptionist’s frantic voice broke through: “Gracie, he’s gone—the man, the coma patient. He isn’t in his room.”

Midnight Call
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