Ella

The hallway is a blur of flashing lights and panic. Nurses in scrubs, their faces pale with terror, dash by, clutching charts or supplies in trembling hands. The blaring of alarms echoes off the sterile white walls, amplifying the sense of urgency.

I glance at Sara beside me; her expression mirrors the anxiety I feel, but there's something else there too—determination. Without a word, we sprint through the chaos, dodging frantic hospital ...