He flung open the car door and bolted toward the hospital’s security desk, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The cold air bit at his skin, but nothing mattered except getting someone to listen. His legs burned with the urgency of his sprint, his mind whirling in a haze of fear.
When he finally reached the security room, he was out of breath, his body trembling. “There… three black shadows… near the morgue…” he gasped, barely able to catch his breath. His words came out in frantic bursts, but he could barely make sense of them himself.