Over the weekend, Dr. Mercer found himself unable to shake the growing unease that gnawed at him. He spent sleepless nights contemplating the unthinkable possibilities, his mind racing through scenarios that defied logic and reason. By Monday morning, he was desperate for answers, driven by a mix of scientific curiosity and an overwhelming sense of responsibility.
As he made his way to the hospital, the corridors seemed to hum with a nervous energy. Nurses and doctors hustled about, their faces marked by the familiar strain of long shifts and heavy workloads. Yet, beneath the usual hospital hustle, Dr. Mercer sensed an undercurrent of anticipation, as though everyone was holding their breath, waiting for him to unveil the mystery that had cast a shadow over St. Catherine’s Medical Center.
With a deep breath, he entered his office and closed the door, locking out the world for a moment. The hidden camera’s memory card felt heavier than it should in his hand. His fingers trembled slightly as he inserted it into his computer and opened the video file. The screen flickered to life, revealing the dimly lit room where Michael Reeves lay in his eternal slumber.
