The slap echoed through the fourth-floor corridor of St. Gabriel Medical Center like a gunshot nobody had expected to hear. For one frozen second, every sound died—the beeping monitors behind closed doors, the rolling wheels of the medication cart, the low murmur from the nurses’ station, even the distant elevator chime. Everything seemed to stop around the pregnant nurse standing with patient charts pressed against her chest and one hand slowly rising to the red print blooming across her cheek… Continue reading…
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