He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, determined to ignore the lingering unease in his chest. His eyelids grew heavy once more, and before long, he drifted off into a light, restless nap. The hours slipped by quickly, and Nathan didn’t even realize when he finally succumbed to his overwhelming tiredness.
Suddenly, a deafening loud bang shattered the quiet stillness of the room. Nathan’s eyes flew wide open, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. A dark, shadowy figure darted past the small window panel on the morgue door, sprinting fast toward the hospital exit. The shape was quick and fleeting, nothing more than a dark blur. Nathan’s breath caught in his throat, pure panic gripping him instantly.
