It hadn’t been Nathan’s choice. Saint Luther’s was the only hospital within 20 miles that accepted his internship. By week two, he was already stuck in the morgue. The dead, the cold, the silence—it was enough to rattle anyone. But little did Nathan know, the cold was about to become the least of his concerns.
It had been a typical day for Nathan—at least, that’s how it felt at first. He spent the morning assisting doctors in the pediatrics ward, comforting worried parents, and keeping the kids calm. Everything was routine, a steady flow of patients and procedures. Nothing out of the ordinary.