Dr. Patel leaned close and said something sharp. Hannah flinched and moved aside.

He pushed the medication.

Grace’s body jerked. The monitor numbers spiked, then crashed.

People rushed in and blocked most of the view, but I could still see Grace’s arm with the red band as it slipped off the bed.

Someone looked up at the corner camera. Someone reached up.

The screen went black.

The video wasn’t over.

I made a sound I didn’t recognize, then slapped my hand over my mouth.

The video wasn’t over.

It cut to a small conference room.

Dr. Patel sat at a cheap table, hands clenched.

Across from him sat a man in a suit with a hospital badge. His name tag said “Mark.”

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The door opened.

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