The head doctor, a man known for his precision and control, decided enough was enough. In April, a discreet camera was installed in the patient’s room, hidden from view, its presence known only to a select few. It was a move that felt both invasive and necessary, a desperate attempt to uncover whatever truth lay hidden beneath the hospital’s sterile surface.
“We need answers,” he had said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The tension in the ward was palpable, each nurse acutely aware of the silent scrutiny, the feeling of being watched both unnerving and strangely comforting.
“Do you think they’ll find anything?” I asked one evening, the question hanging in the air between us.
“I don’t know,” came the hesitant reply. “But something’s not right.”
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