AlanThe second that woman lifted her head fully toward us, every instinct inside me screamed that something was wrong, not injured…not scared.Wrong.The flashlight shook slightly in my hand while I stared at her face from across the corridor. Blood covered the front of her hospital gown and one side of her body leaned awkwardly against the wall like she could barely stand, but her eyes never changed. They stayed wide open and empty, almost lifeless, fixed directly on us without blinking.Matt tried pulling his arm free from my grip.“We need to help her.”“No,” I said immediately.The word came out sharper than I intended, but I did not care. Natasha moved closer beside me quietly. I could feel her tension without even looking at her. She saw it too.The woman’s mouth trembled weakly.“Please…”Her voice sounded broken, almost painful to listen to, but something about the way she spoke felt delayed somehow, unnatural, like she was copying what fear was supposed to sound like instead
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