Mom, Should I Give the Doctor the Powder Grandma Put in the Milk?
Hospitals usually run on routine: beeping monitors, quiet footsteps, nurses exchanging clipped words. But that night, everything changed. The air felt heavy, oppressive, as if the hospital itself had stopped breathing. Phones rang urgently. Security appeared at the doors. Police officers followed behind, their belts clanging in the silence. Staff moved faster, speaking less. The…