Midnight call
In the stillness of night, the shrill ring of Gracie’s phone startled her awake. Heart pounding, she reached for it and froze when she saw the caller ID—it was the hospital. With growing unease, she answered. The night shift receptionist’s frantic voice broke through: “Gracie, he’s gone—the man, the coma patient. He isn’t in his room.”
Midnight Call
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Vanished
“No, that’s impossible,” Gracie gasped, leaping out of bed. “He vanished? How?” The receptionist stammered, “I don’t know. His bed is empty, and he’s nowhere to be found.” Dread knotted in Gracie’s stomach. He had been far too weak to simply walk away. Every second mattered—if she didn’t act quickly, the man’s life could be in even greater danger.
Vanished
