The hospital was filled with the unmistakable scent of metal, disinfectants, and an underlying sense of dread. Patients packed every hallway, their expressions revealing a common battle.
Gurneys were lined up like silent witnesses, while the air buzzed with the sounds of coughs, the hurried steps of exhausted nurses, and the heartbreaking cries of families clinging to those who were slipping away.
It felt less like a hospital and more like a waiting area for the inevitable.
Nurses moved through the chaos like weary phantoms, their faces drawn and their voices barely audible. Outside, sirens blared continuously, blending with the rhythmic sounds of heart monitors that underscored the fragility of life.
Just then, a doctor burst into sight, his gloves stained with blood and exhaustion visible on his face.
"Oxygen needed in Ward 3!" he called out urgently, but his words fell on deaf ears as everyone was wrapped up in their own hectic duties.
