“I’ll get the report done right away,” Nathan said, his voice quiet and subdued. As he walked away, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong. The silly pranks, the missing medical supplies—it all felt like far more than just a simple joke now.
Nathan dragged his feet into the morgue that night, his mind heavy with thoughts of the missing equipment. He’d downed multiple cups of strong coffee to stay wide awake, determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in his gut, but he refused to let fear take control of him.
