The weekend stretched on, each tick of the clock echoing in Dr. Avery’s mind. He found himself glancing at the clock more often than he liked, each glance a reminder of how little control he had over the unraveling mystery. The hospital corridors felt unusually long, echoing with whispers of the nurses and staff. He tried to distract himself with rounds and paperwork, but his thoughts always circled back to Room 614.
By Monday morning, the hospital was abuzz with speculation, everyone eager to hear if Dr. Avery’s unconventional method had yielded any answers. But Avery was hesitant. What could a camera possibly reveal about a man in a coma? Still, as soon as he arrived at the hospital, he made his way to his office, retrieved the camera from its hiding place, and sat down to examine the footage.
The video played out in an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of Logan’s heart monitor. For hours, nothing happened. Nurse after nurse appeared, their routines mechanical and predictable. Yet as the footage continued, a peculiarity emerged.
