Nathan’s eyelids grew heavy, his head nodding with exhaustion. After a brutal shift in the ER, the morgue was the last place he wanted to be. But as the youngest nurse at Saint Luther’s, he was always the first to fill in when duty called—even if it meant facing his worst nightmare.
Saint Luther’s Hospital was infamous for its understaffing. With local clinics shut down, patients flooded in—double the usual load. The place was a pressure cooker, and no one could afford a break. Nathan’s first month had been a whirlwind, but nothing prepared him for this.