All the nurses who had been taking care of a patient in a coma for more than 10 years started getting pregnant one by one, leaving the doctor in charge deeply puzzled. But when he decided to install a hidden camera in the hospital room and realized what was happening with the nurses and the man in a coma every time he wasn’t around, he called the police in desperation. Run to the hospital now.

 

 

Run. It’s an emergency, doctor. I think I think I’m not feeling well. My stomach is upset and I’m nauseous. Excuse me, please, said nurse Jessica, bringing her hand to her mouth. Her breathing was shallow, as if she were about to throw up. In a nearly desperate impulse, she ran down the hospital corridor toward the bathroom, leaving behind only the hurried echo of her footsteps.

Dr. Emanuel followed the scene with wide, tense eyes. The doctor stood still for a few moments, then turned his gaze to the side. There was the bed in room 208, where Richard, a man who had been in a coma for over 10 years, lay resting.

 The silence of the room felt even heavier in the face of that strange situation. “My God, let it not be what I’m thinking,” Emanuel murmured to himself, hardly realizing he had spoken out loud. He took a deep breath and remained there alone beside the sleeping patient. While waiting for the nurse’s return, he kept his attention on the machines, the cables, and the faint sound of the heart monitor, as if searching in that routine for some relief from the unsettling feeling creeping into his thoughts. A few minutes later, Jessica reappeared.

Her expression was calmer, but her eyes revealed that something was still not right. “Are you feeling better, Jessica?” the doctor asked, his voice full of genuine concern. The young nurse walked slowly, adjusting her wrinkled lab coat, and replied, “I felt a bit dizzy and really nauseous.

” “I had to run to the bathroom, but I’m a little better now, doctor. We can go on. It was nothing serious.” Emmanuel nodded, though the discomfort in his mind lingered. Still, he chose to proceed with the routine. He approached the patient and announced firmly so his team would stay on task. “Now, let’s change the IV drip.

” Jessica stepped forward, obedient to her superior’s orders. But as soon as she raised her hand to adjust the IV that was feeding Richard, a sharp pang shot through her stomach. The nurse bent over suddenly, clutching her abdomen. Unable to control herself, she vomited right there on the cold white floor of the hospital room. “I’m sorry, doctor.

 It came all of a sudden,” she said, embarrassed, quickly, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her coat. The doctor was startled and rushed to her side, supporting her with his arms. “Jessica, for God’s sake, you can’t work like this. What are you really feeling? Tell me now.” His voice was firm, but also full of affection and a concern he tried not to show too much.

 The nurse shook her head and still weak, tried to explain. I’m fine, Dr. Emanuel. It was just nausea, but it’s gone now. I’ll clean it myself. Trying to step away, Jessica attempted to free herself, but Emanuel held her arms firmly, preventing her from falling. He noticed her legs trembling slightly, her balance on the verge of giving out. “No, Jessica, you are not fine at all.

I’ll take you to my office right now and examine you. Meanwhile, I’ll ask someone to clean this up.” The nurse, still worried about her duties, tried to argue with a trembling voice. “But what about the patient, doctor? What about Richard? He needs care. It’s time for his medication.

 Emanuel let out a deep sigh but answered firmly. At this moment, you must focus only on yourself. I’ll ask nurse Tamara to administer the medication and keep watch. Focus on you. We need to understand the cause of this sudden illness. As he helped her stay on her feet, a cleaning staff member quickly entered the room to take care of the mess on the floor.

 A few minutes later, Tamara appeared. The nurse, already known for her kindness and dedication, carried a gentle smile on her face, but the most striking detail was her belly, visibly showing about 5 months of pregnancy, noticeable beneath her light colored uniform. Did you call for me, Dr. Emanuel? Tamara asked, ever helpful.

 The doctor, still holding Jessica by the shoulder, explained seriously. Nurse Jessica wasn’t feeling well. I need you to finish giving the patient his medication and keep an eye on him while I take her for some tests. At that moment, something silent happened. Tamara looked directly at Jessica. It was a quick glance, almost imperceptible, but intense.

 There was a secret there, something that needed no words to be conveyed. Shortly after, she turned her gaze to Richard, lying in the bed, motionless for so many years. Finally, she looked back at the doctor and answered firmly, “Of course, doctor. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything here. Emanuel thanked her with a nod and guided Jessica out of the room.

 A short time later, already in his office, the doctor asked the nurse to sit down. With the instruments ready on the table, he began examining her. Jessica, however, did not seem pleased with that decision. “Doctor, are you sure this is necessary?” “It was just a little sickness. I swear. I’m fine,” she said, trying to downplay the situation.

 Emanuel sighed, resting his hands on the counter, and replied, “Jessica, I’m sorry, but as a doctor, I have a rule. I cannot pretend I didn’t see someone fall ill. And besides, this isn’t the first time. For days, I’ve noticed you getting nauseous, dizzy. We need to investigate this thoroughly.

” The nurse tried to insist, her eyes almost pleading. I know it’s nothing, doctor. It’s just stress. I’ve been going through some personal problems and that’s been affecting my body, but it’s nothing serious. I just want to get back to work. Really, I’m fine. The doctor, however, looked at her with growing seriousness.

 His tone dropped lower, but it carried a weight that made the air in the office feel even heavier. The thing is, Jessica, it seems I’m seeing the same story repeat itself. The same thing that happened with Tamara and with Violet. Every nurse who got close to the patient in room 208. The words hung in the air, wrapped in mystery, as if opening the door to a dark secret.

 Before Emanuel could finish his sentence, Jessica interrupted him, her voice trembling with fear. Are you saying that I that I’m pregnant? Is that it? Silence lingered in the office for a moment. Emanuel took a deep breath, leaning on the desk as if gathering strength before speaking those words. I’ve been in this profession for many years, my dear.

 I know the signs of pregnancy very well, even in the earliest stages. The doctor’s words struck Jessica’s mind like lightning. She fell silent, staring at him seriously, her eyes brimming with tears, unable to form an immediate response. Meanwhile, Emanuel continued with conviction. We need to confirm it. We’ll have to do a pregnancy test.

Jessica’s reaction was almost automatic. She denied it immediately. Doctor, that’s not necessary. I swear it’s not. I don’t even have a boyfriend. I haven’t been romantically involved with anyone. There’s no chance I’m pregnant. No way. Emanuel listened in silence, but his expression remained suspicious.

 After a few seconds, he replied firmly. Good. If you’re that sure, then there’s no reason to fear the test. We’ll do it just to be certain. All right. The young woman bit her lip nervously. She wanted to scream no and run out of there, but she knew she could never escape that office without the doctor running the tests.

 With no choice, she only nodded, surrendering to Emanuel’s determination. Without wasting time, the doctor picked up the small portable rapid test device. He asked for the nurse’s hand and carefully pricricked one of her fingers. A drop of blood was collected and placed into the reader.

 Adjusting the device, the doctor murmured, “Now we just have to wait a few minutes.” The office sank into a tense silence. As he watched the device, Emanuel couldn’t control the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. His eyes, fixed on the still blank screen of the test, reflected the doubt eating away at him. Not another one. Please let me be wrong this time. My God, let me be wrong.

 The minutes dragged on like an eternity until finally the result appeared. Emmanuel shuddered at the words on the display. He froze, unable to say a word while his heart pounded in his chest. Anxious, Jessica broke the silence. So, doctor, I’m not pregnant, am I? Unable to give her an answer, Emanuel turned the screen toward the nurse. She swallowed hard. No explanation was needed. She knew that device well.

 The screen showed without a shadow of a doubt. Positive. “No, no, this has to be wrong. I can’t be pregnant. There’s no way,” Jessica exclaimed, bringing her hands to her head, feeling her legs weaken. Emmanuel slowly approached, his eyes locked onto hers, as if trying to pierce her very soul. “Jessica, you are the third nurse I’ve assigned to care for the patient in room 208, a man who has been in a coma for almost 10 years.

 And all of you all were single with no romantic involvement with any man. And all of you, all of you ended up pregnant. Tell me the truth. What is happening in that room when I’m not looking? Why do all the nurses get pregnant after being assigned there? Frightened, Jessica leaned back in her chair, pulling away from him as if she needed air.

I I don’t know. I shouldn’t even be pregnant, doctor. This test, it it has to be wrong. I need to leave. I can’t stay here.” Overcome with despair, the nurse stood up abruptly. Emanuel tried to hold her back, reaching out his arm, but she slipped away quickly and ran out of the office, leaving behind only the sound of her hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway. The doctor stood still for a few moments, immersed in dark thoughts.

Then, as if drawn by an uncontrollable impulse, he slowly walked toward room 208. Upon entering, he came across a disturbing scene. Not only was Tamara there, but also Violet, another nurse at the hospital. Both were working near Richard’s bedside.

 And just like Tamara, Violet also displayed a pregnant belly beneath her uniform. Emanuel froze at the doorway, watching. Finally, Tamara lifted her eyes and noticed him. Did something happen, doctor? You look startled about something, she said while adjusting the IV stand. The doctor approached slowly. He first looked at Richard, motionless in bed, breathing only with the help of machines.

 Then he shifted his gaze to the swollen bellies of the nurses. The tension was unbearable. Tamara, Violet, I can’t take this doubt any longer. I need to know the truth. Tell me, who is the father of these babies? Who helped you conceive these children? The two nurses froze. They stood still, exchanging a loaded glance, their hands instinctively rested on their bellies as if to protect them. But neither answered. The silence was more deafening than any scream.

But to understand that mystery, why all the nurses who entered room 208 ended up pregnant, it was necessary to go back in time, back a few months earlier. At that time, Dr. Emmanuel, a renowned physician and national reference in the treatment of coma patients, was in his office at the National Hospital of Neurological Trauma.

 The environment filled with medical books and patient records exuded the routine of someone used to dealing with extreme cases. The phone on his desk rang, interrupting his concentration. A transfer patient in a coma for almost 10 years. All right, you can send him here, Dr. Epanine. I’ll be waiting. Thank you. He answered before hanging up. Soon after, he heard soft knocks at the door.

Come in, Emmanuel said. The door opened, revealing Tamara’s figure. Young, just over 30, she was already known for her efficiency and loyalty. She had worked alongside him at the hospital for nearly a decade. In her hands, she carried a steaming cup of coffee. “Excuse me, doctor. I made some coffee, and since I know you like it, I brought it for you.

” Emmanuel gave a faint, tired smile and thanked her. “Thank you, Tamara. Always so thoughtful.” She smiled shily and replied, “Oh, it’s nothing, doctor. I was going to make some for myself anyway, so it wasn’t a bother. The woman paused briefly, taking a deep breath, then changed the subject. It’s good that the hospital is quieter this week because it’s not always like this. Dr.

 Emmanuel raised the cup of coffee to his lips and took a small sip, letting the warmth slide down his throat. Shortly after, he spoke in a serious tone. But only for a short time. Tamara, I just got a call from Dr. Epanine. We’ll be receiving a transfer soon. It’s a patient in a coma. Apparently, he’s been in that state for almost 10 years.

They’re sending him here to see if any of the treatment methods we have at the hospital will have an effect. But honestly, I doubt it. You know, the longer it goes, the harder it is to wake a patient from a coma. And the saddest part is that he’s a young man. Dr. Epanine said he’s just over 30.

 And being in a coma for so long, it seems his family doesn’t even visit anymore. He let out a deep sigh, staring into nothing for a few seconds before concluding. Well, let’s see what we can do. Tamara watched the doctor closely and opened a confident smile. I’m sure he’ll be well cared for. Doctor, there’s no neurologist like you. You’re the best when it comes to coma patients. We’ve seen several wake up under your care.

 Who knows, maybe this one, even after 10 years, might also wake up. The doctor, though grounded in science, carried faith as an inseparable part of his life. With a serene look, he replied, “Yes, for God, nothing is impossible. But that’s it. Tomorrow, we’ll have a new patient.” The nurse agreed firmly. “And you can count on me to help care for him, doctor.” The day went on as usual.

 Emmanuel followed his routine at the hospital, seeing patients, doing rounds, and monitoring other cases. But in the meantime, he had already asked the nursing staff to prepare room 208, the space that would receive the new patient. The doctor had no idea that this simple room would in a few months become the epicenter of a mystery that would change his life and the lives of many nurses forever.

 The next morning, Emanuel was in his office reviewing some medical records when he heard a knock at the door. When he opened it, there was Tamara again, a little rushed. Dr. Emanuel, I came to let you know the ambulance with the patient just arrived. The doctor raised his eyebrows, straightened his lab coat, and replied, “Great. He’ll be placed in room 208. Oversee the process for me tomorrow. I need to stop by Mrs.

 Conc’s room first, and then I’ll head over to 208.” With a ready smile, the nurse responded, “Of course, doctor.” Emmanuel then walked through the corridors to the room of Mrs. Conc, a woman battling Gilamare syndrome, a rare autoimmune disease in which the immune system attacks the peripheral nerves. She had even fallen into a coma during the early stages of the illness.

 But thanks to treatment, she was slowly recovering. As he entered the room, the doctor asked with a gentle, encouraging tone, “How are you today, Mrs. Keso?” The patient, a woman with kind eyes and a firm voice, replied, “I’m doing well, doctor. I can already move my feet a little.

 I’ve been doing my physical therapy just like you told me.” Emanuel smiled, pleased with the progress. Excellent. Keep it up and soon you’ll be discharged. Then you’ll be able to continue treatment at home close to your family. After checking the exams and prescribing the appropriate medication, Emanuel said goodbye and headed toward room 208.

 As he walked through the hospital corridors, he reflected, “10 years in a coma. If he hasn’t had regular physical therapy, this patient must be completely atrophied. weak muscles, frail body. I need to be prepared for a delicate case. But as soon as he entered the room, the scene before his eyes nearly made him lose his balance.

 The shock left him breathless. “But how how is this possible?” he murmured incredulous as he slowly approached the bed. Lying there was the new patient, a youngl looking man, a little over 30, with healthy skin and defined muscles, as if he had just walked out of a gym. His body was strong, healthy, vigorous. Nothing resembled someone who had been in a coma for a decade.

 In fact, he looked more like an athlete, resting, taking a peaceful nap. Emanuel brought his hand to his mouth, stunned. This This is the patient who’s been in a coma for 10 years,” he asked, still unable to believe what he was seeing. Tamara, who was closely observing the scene, confirmed with a small nod. “Yes, doctor, that’s him.

 From what I saw in the documentation, his name is Richard.” Shocked, Emanuel stepped closer to the bed. He reached out and gently ran his fingers over the patient’s arm, then across his firm abdomen. But this this is unbelievable. A patient in a coma for so long should have a swollen belly, atrophied muscles, thin arms.

 How can he after all these years have this physique? How? Tamara also watched Richard equally amazed. Honestly, doctor, I was surprised, too. We’re used to dealing with weakened, fragile people, but this man, he looks like he’s only sleeping. She paused briefly, took a deep breath, and continued with her eyes fixed on the patient. “It’s just like you said yourself.

 There are things that can only be miracles from God. Maybe this man is one of those miracles. And now with your treatment, maybe he’ll wake up. The doctor stood completely speechless. He observed every detail of the patient’s body, and the more he analyzed, the stronger the feeling grew that he was facing something out of the ordinary. He couldn’t associate this man with the image of someone who had been in a coma for 10 long years.

Tamara, I want to monitor this case closely. Very closely. I want every possible exam, CT scans, full analyses. This is an extremely rare case. There’s something different about this patient, something we need to understand. Determined. The nurse responded without hesitation. All right, doctor.

 I’ll personally prepare all the tests, and from now on, I’d like to volunteer to be the nurse responsible for Richard, if you’ll allow it. Of course. I want to help with everything that’s needed. Emanuel looked at her thoughtfully, then finally agreed. Of course, I’ll make it official that you’ll be the nurse responsible for Richard.

 He had no idea that this decision, seemingly simple and practical, would become one of the greatest mistakes of his career. Within a few months, he would bitterly regret having granted her such responsibility. That same day, alone in his office, Dr. Emanuel remained restless. The shock of seeing a patient who had been in a coma for so long, yet still had such an unusual physique, wouldn’t leave his mind.

 As he organized medical records and prepared exam requests, he spoke to himself in a low voice, as if trying to convince himself of something. I still don’t understand. How can someone be in a coma for so long and still have that body? It doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make any sense at all. He ran his hand through his hair, unsettled, as though trying to find answers in the void.

 After a few seconds, he decided, I need to call Dr. Epanine. I must better understand Richard’s history. What happened to him? How was he cared for all these years? Only that can explain such an unusual physical condition. He reached for the phone on his desk, but before he could dial the number, he heard soft knocks on the door.

 “Come in,” he said, unable to hide a hint of impatience. The door opened slowly, and Tamara appeared with her usual caring demeanor. “Doctor, did I interrupt something? Were you about to make a call? Emanuel straightened in his chair, adjusting his expression. I was just about to call Dr. Epanine. I need to clear up some questions about Richard.

 Honestly, I’m still surprised at his condition. It’s impossible for someone in a coma for that long to maintain muscles, skin, and vitality like that. Tamara stepped forward and placed a notebook full of notes on the desk. Her look was serious, but also carried a hint of pride in what she had prepared.

 “That’s exactly what I was thinking about, and I came here to show you this.” Emanuel frowned, curious. The nurse opened the notebook, revealing pages filled with questions organized by topic. I took advantage of the time I spent alone in the room observing the patient and made a list of questions all related to Richard’s physical condition. If you’d like, you can add more.

 I thought maybe it would be better if I spoke directly with Dr. Aony myself. I know how busy you are, how many patients depend on your care here at the hospital. I could even go personally to the hospital he came from, ask everything and bring back the answers. Meanwhile, you can continue preparing the exam requests. I imagine there are many. Emanuel scratched his chin, thoughtful.

He preferred to handle things personally, but he had to admit he was overloaded with work. Tamara’s suggestion seemed practical. He took a deep breath and said, “You always think of everything, Tamara.” He wrote down his own additional questions in the notebook and handed it back to the nurse.

 Shortly after, Tamara left for the hospital where the patient had come from. About an hour and a half later, she returned to the office carrying the answers neatly written down. She placed the notebook on the desk and spoke, still slightly out of breath. “Doctor, I spoke with Dr. Epanine.” She confirmed it really is a deep coma. As for his physical condition, she couldn’t explain it. She said, “They ran several tests over the years, but never found answers.

 That’s exactly why they decided to transfer him here, hoping you could understand the case better.” Emanuel flipped through the pages, reading attentively. He shook his head and murmured. “Well, then we’ll start from scratch.” “That’s fine. I’ve already requested every possible test. Let’s see what the CT scan and the other analyses reveal.

” He showed the list of exams to the nurse, but to his surprise, shortly after, Tamara returned, already carrying some preliminary results. Emanuel leaned over the reports and spoke gravely. Here it shows that brain activity is almost null, which confirms the coma, but none of the other exams explain his physical condition.

 Nothing justifies such a healthy body. The nurse crossed her arms, still looking at the papers. “Well, doctor, it seems this will be a case that needs to be studied very carefully. It may take time.” He only nodded, frustrated. The doubt remained like a shadow that wouldn’t leave his mind.

 During the entire first month, the routine remained caught in this enigmatic cycle. Emanuel ran tests, followed reports, compared results, but with every new exam, the conclusion was the same. Richard remained in a deep coma. Nothing indicated any neurological change. And even stranger, nothing explained how his body seemed to grow stronger, more toned, almost as if it were developing naturally.

 This mystery, however, soon gave way to something even more disturbing. One morning, while caring for Richard, Tamara suddenly began to feel unwell. Emmanuel, who was in the room, immediately noticed her pale face and the cold sweat running down her forehead. The nurse clutched her belly, frightened.

 Concerned, the doctor rushed her straight to his office and carried out the necessary tests. Minutes later, with the results in hand, Emmanuel announced, surprised. Tamara, you’re pregnant. Congratulations. But tell me, who’s the lucky one? I didn’t know you were seeing anyone. The doctor’s words were met with an uncomfortable silence. The nurse, after taking a deep breath, replied in a low but firm voice, “I’m not seeing anyone, doctor.

 I’m single and I have no idea how this child was conceived in my womb. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. I truly don’t know how this happened.” Emanuel stared at her in silence, trying to absorb what he had just heard. But before he could ask more, Tamara continued, emotional. “But if it’s really true, then I can only accept it.

 To me, this baby is a gift from God, a gift I receive with gratitude. The doctor was intrigued, unsettled, but chose not to press further. He preferred to believe that Tamara might have been discreetly involved with someone, and simply didn’t want to talk about it. Still, the strangeness lingered like a weight in his heart. Well, in any case, tomorrow, I hope you have a smooth pregnancy, but I also need to think about who can replace you when the time comes for leave, especially in caring for the patient in room 208.

 At that moment, the nurse, still discreetly holding her belly, gathered courage and spoke firmly, “But I don’t intend to step away anytime soon, doctor. I’ll keep taking care of everything here for as long as I can. Emmanuel seated behind his desk folded his hands and nodded, though not fully convinced. Even so, Tamara, pregnancy is unpredictable.

One moment you may feel fine and the next you may not. We need another nurse trained to replace you if necessary. whether in the early months when nausea is more frequent or later after the baby is born. Tamara took a deep breath, recognizing the doctor’s concern, and replied, “All right, doctor.

 If you think it’s necessary, what about nurse Violet? She’s been very helpful. If you’d like, I can train her myself.” Emanuel raised his eyebrows, showing immediate hesitation. Nurse Violet. But isn’t she the one who just started working here a few months ago? I’m not sure it would be right to put such a new professional in charge of a patient who requires as much attention and study as the one in room 208.

Tamara stepped forward trying to convince him. Yes, doctor, but even in that short time, I’ve had several opportunities to work with her. Violet has proven herself to be an exemplary nurse. And many times, newer professionals want to show dedication. They want to prove themselves. Besides, it would only be for a short while.

 When I step away, it won’t be for long. The doctor sighed deeply once more, weighing the proposal. Finally, he decided, “All right, Tamara. If you say so, I trust you. Let’s call nurse Violet to help take care of Richard. And so it happened. The new nurse began performing the same duties as Tamara under her direct supervision.

 Whenever pregnancy nausea kept Tamara from staying in the room, Violet would take over, but never alone. The two alternated in a system that gradually caught Dr. Emanuel’s attention. Meanwhile, the doctor’s mind became a whirlwind of doubts. It wasn’t just Richard’s inexplicable physical condition that disturbed him.

 Tamara’s sudden, mysterious pregnancy also left him unsettled. Emanuel couldn’t explain why, but the situation gave him chills. Time passed and he noticed another troubling detail. Every time he showed up at room 208, both Tamara and Violet were there. No matter the hour, the day, or the task, it could be something simple like checking blood pressure or adjusting a bed sheet. But the two were always present.

One day, as he approached the room, Emanuel announced loudly, “I need to collect a sample from patient 208 for analysis.” But before he could make a move, Tamara quickly offered, “I’ll do it, doctor. I’ll send the sample to the lab right away. You can rest. At first, Emanuel believed it was simply zeal and professional dedication.

 But as days passed, the insistence of the two nurses to remain in that room began to feel exaggerated, almost obsessive. It was as if something there attracted them in an inexplicable way. Then one day, as he approached quietly without making a sound, he overheard a conversation that chilled him to the bone. From inside, Tamara spoke in a distressed tone.

“I can’t believe you two, Violet, but what now? How are we both going to step away at the same time? What are we going to say? And who who will take care of everything?” Violet, pale, brought her hand to her belly and answered, her voice trembling. I wasn’t to blame, Tamara. It just happened.

 Just like it happened to you, Tamara retorted, her voice heavy with despair. It’ll look strange to them, especially to the doctor. He knows we’re both single, that we don’t have anyone. How are we going to explain another baby? and worse. What if he insists the delivery be done here at the hospital? When the children are born, they’ll find out.

 Emmanuel, who had been hiding behind the door, felt his heart race. He thought to himself in shock. Another nurse pregnant and single, too. This can’t be. And what do they mean by when the children are born, they’ll find out? What secret is that? Before he could hear more, an accident exposed his presence. His phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, making a sharp noise.

 With no way to retreat, Emanuel pushed the door open and entered the room, trying to play it off. At once, the nurses stopped talking. Pretending everything was normal, Tamara stepped forward with a forced smile and picked up a clipboard from the small table. Dr. Emmanuel, good to see you. We’ve already completed the patients daily checks, Violet added, straightening her coat and avoiding direct eye contact with the doctor, he remained stable, but unfortunately there’s been no sign of cerebral improvement, Emanuel took a deep breath, trying to

hide the tension he felt. All right, he replied, then fixing his gaze on Violet asked. And you, Violet, are you enjoying working in this ward? He hoped she would, nervous, let something slip about the pregnancy, but the nurse was brief and measured. “Yes, doctor, I am.” Soon after, she made up some excuse and left the doctor alone with Tamara in the room.

 Emanuel remained there, silent, watching Richard, but his mind was elsewhere. The conversation he had overheard would not leave his head. In the days that followed, the routine seemed unchanged. But for the doctor, everything had shifted. He observed every gesture from Violet, every look from Tamara, trying to decipher what they hid. He was determined to find out if Violet really was pregnant. But he didn’t want to confront her directly.

 He feared that a brusk question might make her lie. So he preferred to act quietly, observing, analyzing, and waiting for the right moment to reveal the secret those women guarded so jealously. It didn’t take long for the truth to surface. The first symptoms began to appear mercilessly. Dizziness, nausea, constant malaise.

 And with them, the impossible reality was confirmed. Violet too was pregnant. Shaken, she sought out the doctor and spoke with tearfilled eyes, “Doctor, I don’t know how this happened. I really don’t.” Then she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and added with determination, “But don’t worry. I’ll keep working as usual. Everything will go on as it is.

You can be sure. I won’t cause any trouble. Emanuel, however, didn’t let it pass. His serious expression made his voice harsher than he intended. Violet, that’s not the issue. The problem is that you’re the second nurse to become pregnant out of the blue. Like Tamara, you claim you don’t know how this child was conceived.

 Doesn’t that strike you as strange? The young nurse lowered her head, mumbling vague explanations, but nothing convinced him. No word of hers calmed the doctor’s anxious heart. Deep down, Emanuel felt there was something dark, something sinister behind those inexplicable pregnancies. Still, after hearing the two insist that everything was normal and that they didn’t want to comment on the children’s fathers, he tried to let the matter rest. But there was no escape. The issue hammered away in his mind.

 And for some reason, whenever he thought of the mysterious pregnancies, the same image always appeared. The patient in room 208, Richard. Then a third bombshell fell on him. Months later, another nurse, Jessica, the same one who had panicked and vomited in front of the patient, also received a positive pregnancy test. The shock was immediate.

 Emanuel felt his stomach turn. No, this isn’t a coincidence. It can’t be. Three nurses, three single women, and all pregnant. Something is happening. Somehow patient 208 is involved in this madness. He looked at Richard lying in the bed still and serene and murmured under his breath almost as a confession. Those nurses are doing something they’re not telling me.

 And my god, let it not be what I’m thinking. His eyes scanned the man’s defined muscles, the robust body with no signs of atrophy. The contrast between the healthy appearance and the deep coma was disturbing. Emanuel clenched his fists and decided he could no longer bear the weight of doubt. I need to put an end to this doubt.

 I can’t hold it in any longer. The next day, he gathered his courage. He asked the three nurses to meet in room 208. There stood Tamara, her belly now clearly visible. Violet trying to hide her nausea. And Jessica, still shaken by her positive test. Tamara, always helpful, stepped forward. Doctor, do you need anything? But the answer that came was nothing like she expected.

Emmanuel, firm, raised his voice. What’s happening is that every nurse who comes into this room who cares for patient 208 mysteriously ends up pregnant. All three of you are pregnant and I know very well that you’re all single. So tell me, who are the fathers of these children? Silence filled the room. The three nurses exchanged quick glances as if searching for a shared escape.

 It was Tamara who broke the silence trying to sound convincing. All right, we’ll tell you. The truth is the three of us decided to go for single motherhood. I was the first. I went to a fertility clinic and when I shared the news, the others wanted to do the same. They went after me. We just didn’t expect to get pregnant so quickly.

 Violet, her voice trembling, joined in the lie to support her colleague. That’s exactly what happened, Dr. Emanuel. The doctor stood silent for a few seconds, staring at each of them. Outwardly, he pretended to accept the explanation. But inside, his certainty only grew. That was not the truth. Something much bigger was being hidden.

 “Fine, but the next person to work with patient 208 will be a man,” he said firmly. The three nurses looked at each other, hesitated, but nodded almost in unison. Tamara was the one to reply. All right, doctor. When this male nurse arrives, we’ll personally teach him everything he needs to know. Emanuel, however, was not convinced. Something inside him screamed that these pregnancies were directly connected to Richard.

 He felt that every word from them was nothing but a smoke screen to hide the truth. Then in an impulse that was unlike him, he did something risky. He took advantage of a moment when Tamara had left her bag in the room while attending to matters in another ward of the hospital. The doctor took a deep breath, looked around, and decided.

 Tamara has been acting very strange lately. I didn’t buy that story about single motherhood. I need to find out what she’s hiding. With slightly trembling hands, he opened the nurse’s bag. He searched carefully until his fingers touched something unexpected, a photograph. He pulled out the paper and when his eyes fixed on the image, his breath grew heavy, almost stopping.

It was a simple photo, but devastating. In it, Tamara was smiling, and beside her stood a man, a man Emanuel knew very well. He slowly lifted his eyes, turning them toward the bed in room 208. There lay Richard, motionless, in a deep coma. But there was no denying it. He was the same man from the photograph.

 The doctor felt his heart race, his body tremble. My god. Tamara, smiling next to Richard. How is this possible? But before revealing the nurse’s connection to that mysterious man and the reason why so many nurses at the hospital became inexplicably pregnant when near the comeomaosse patient.

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 And also let me know which city you’re watching from because I’ll mark your comment with a lovely heart. At the hospital, Dr. Emanuel was still in shock. The photograph he had found in Tamara’s bag had shaken him in a way he couldn’t explain. Trying to hide his anxiety, he quickly took out his phone and snapped a picture of the photo, saving it in his gallery before putting it back exactly where he had found it.

He didn’t want to raise any suspicion. Moments later, he already heard the nurse’s footsteps in the hallway. He closed the bag, took a deep breath, and tried to regain his composure. Tamara entered the office and found the doctor pale, his expression stern. “Did something happen, doctor? Is something wrong with Richard?” she asked, placing her hand on her pregnant belly as if bracing herself for bad news. But Emanuel didn’t want to confront her right away.

 He shook his head and answered in a controlled tone, “No, nothing’s wrong.” He paused briefly, cleared his throat, and added, “Tomorrow, I have some things to take care of outside the hospital today. I’ll need to be gone all day. Can you and the other girls handle everything?” The nurse smiled calmly, as if it were the simplest situation in the world. “Of course, doctor. Don’t worry.

 Violet, Jessica, and I will take care of everything. You don’t need to worry about a thing.” Emanuel simply nodded, though inside his heart was heavy. He left and went to his office. Sitting in his chair, he took out his phone and opened the photograph he had saved. Fixing his eyes on the screen, he murmured to himself in a low voice, “None of this makes sense.

 Tamara doesn’t look any younger in this photo. She looks exactly as she does today. And the image seems to have been taken recently. How could she have a photo with a patient who’s been in a coma for over 10 years? How can he appear here so healthy? The doctor’s hands trembled slightly. Then a memory cut through his mind like a blade.

 the one who had organized the entire transfer of the patient in room 208 had been Tamara herself. She and only she had spoken directly with Dr. Epanine. Emanuel jumped to his feet determined. I need to talk to Dr. Epanine. Only she can give me an answer.

 Without wasting time, he grabbed his keys, hurried through the corridors, and rushed out toward the hospital where the physician worked. His heart pounded as if he already sensed that something much greater was about to be revealed. When he finally found the doctor, he showed her the photo on his phone. Dr. Epanine, this is the patient you transferred to my hospital, right? Richard.

 The physician looked at the screen, frowned, and shook her head. Yes, I remember that nurse. She was here on the day of the transfer. But doctor, that patient was not sent to your hospital. He was transferred to another state. In fact, it was the nurse herself who suggested he not go to your hospital, saying you were already overloaded. Emanuel felt the ground vanish beneath his feet.

“What do you mean?” Transferred to another hospital. “But the patient? Isn’t it the one in this photo?” he asked nearly breathless. Epanine looked at the image once more and replied quickly. This man in the photo? No, of course not. I’ve never seen this man before.

 The patient who was supposed to be sent to you was debilitated, weakened, muscles atrophied. There’s no way he had this physique. The doctor’s eyes widened. Every word from his colleague confirmed the worst of his suspicions. He was facing a fraud. Taking a deep breath, he spoke firmly. Dr. Epanine, please don’t mention anything we’ve discussed to anyone. Something very serious is happening at the hospital where I work.

 Before anything else, I need to investigate. I only ask one thing. If Tamara shows up here, notify me immediately. The doctor, a longtime friend of Emanuel, nodded promptly. Don’t worry, Dr. Emanuel. Whatever you need, I’ll be here. Back in his car, Emanuel’s mind wouldn’t stop racing.

 He had already discovered that all the paperwork for patient 208’s admission had been signed by Tamara. The entire process of bringing him into the hospital had been under her responsibility. Later, hurrying through the corridors of his own hospital, he murmured to himself, each phrase like a blow of reality. She put someone else in his place.

 But why? What’s really going on? Who is this man lying in room 208? He stopped at the door of the room and took a deep breath, looking inside. There was Richard, motionless, so serene, his body inexplicably strong. Maybe that explains why he has this physique. Maybe. Maybe he hasn’t been in a coma for 10 years, like I thought.

 But even so, it’s already been months since he arrived. His muscles should be wasting away. And instead, they look even more defined. and these pregnancies. I need to understand what’s happening before I lose my mind. The decision was immediate. Emanuel could no longer allow the nurses to control access to the patient. If he wanted answers, he would have to act alone.

I need to run new tests. Tests I’ll personally oversee from start to finish. without Tamara’s interference or the other nurses. I can’t trust any of them. At a moment when Tamara and the other nurses were having lunch, Dr. Emanuel took advantage of the rare opportunity.

 Alone, he prepared the patient in room 208 and performed a full CT scan along with a battery of new tests. When the results appeared on the screen, his heart raced. They were completely different from the previous ones. The charts showed that the patient was not in a deep coma, but rather in a state similar to heavy sleep. There were clear, pulsing, active brain signals.

 More than that, the reports displayed markers consistent with physical exercise, as if that man had been moving and keeping his vitality constant. Emanuel put his hands on his head, incredulous. But how is this possible? I know for a fact he’s been in a coma here for months. How can there be such clear signs that he’s been living actively? This doesn’t make any sense.

 With each discovery, the story became stranger, more bizarre. Emmanuel took a deep breath, closed the exams, and decided he needed to keep it secret until he was certain. Later in his office, he received an unexpected visit. Tamara appeared accompanied by Violet. Both were smiling despite their already evident pregnant bellies. Doctor, we’re leaving early today.

 We mentioned it to you yesterday. Remember, said Tamara. Jessica will cover the shift and take care of Richard. We’re going to the neighboring city to buy some things for the baby Leette. We’ve been supporting each other a lot in this moment of unexpected pregnancies. Emanuel forced a smile, trying to disguise his tension. Of course, go ahead. Don’t worry.

The two thanked him and left. However, as soon as he saw them turn the corner, Emanuel grabbed his car keys and muttered to himself, “Maybe I’ve been looking for the truth in the wrong place. If I follow these two, maybe I’ll find out what’s really going on.

 He quickly explained to a fellow doctor that he would be gone for a few hours and asked him to cover his ward. Then he left, got in his car, and kept a safe distance so as not to be noticed. “Let’s see what they’re up to. If they’re really going to buy baby clothes. I bet they’re not,” he grumbled, turning the wheel. The chase was long.

 He drove for several minutes, always keeping a careful distance so as not to draw attention from the nurses. Finally, their car left the main road and entered a dirt path farther from the city. Emanuel frowned when he saw the destination. Their vehicle parked in front of a country house, isolated, surrounded by trees. “But what are they doing here?” he muttered, keeping his car hidden at a safe distance.

 From outside, he watched as Tamara and Violet got out smiling. They chatted animatedly, exchanged knowing glances as if relieved to have arrived. They walked to the door of the house, opened it naturally, and went inside. I knew it. This has nothing to do with baby clothes. They’re hiding something. And something tells me it’s connected to the patient in room 208.

For a few minutes, he thought about waiting outside, observing until they left. But soon, he shook his head, determined. If I just sit here, I may not discover anything, and I might never get another chance like this. I need to get closer.” He slowly got out of the car, his heart pounding in his chest. Each step toward the house seemed to echo in his head.

 He approached the side wall carefully until a sound struck him hard. Laughter. Some of them were easily recognizable. Tamaras and violets, but among them were others. Strong, masculine voices, carefree. Emanuel shivered. Could this be where the fathers of the children are? Could everything I thought about patient 208 be wrong? Cautiously, he moved to the nearest window.

 The curtain was only half closed, leaving a small gap through which he could peek, and what he saw almost made him fall backward. Inside the room, Tamara and Violet were sitting, laughing while talking to two men. But they weren’t ordinary men. They were twins, two identical men. And even more terrifying, they were exact copies of the patient in room 208. Emmanuel clapped his hand over his mouth, stifling a scream.

 But how is this possible? Who Who are these people? He staggered back slightly, trying to process what his eyes had seen, but the voices inside held him frozen to the spot. One of the men, the one closest to Tamara, spoke in an irritated tone. “We need to find a way to put an end to this. I can’t take this life of rotating anymore. It’s dangerous. We’ll be caught soon.

” The other, sitting farther back, agreed with the same strong, similar voice. “That’s right. We can’t keep up this charade any longer. These ins and outs of the hospital are becoming unsustainable. Like my brother said, sooner or later we’ll be caught. And then let’s see what happens. Tamara, trying to stay calm, replied quickly. Calm down. We’re handling everything. Me, Violet, and Jessica.

 There’s no chance anyone will find out what we’re doing. It’s this or all of us end up in prison. Emanuel felt a chill run down his spine. He was right. Something illegal was being plotted there. At that moment, the first man, the most agitated, raised his voice angrily. The problem is if we keep going and in the end, all six of us end up in jail.

It was exactly then that Dr. Emanuel realized he was about to uncover everything that had haunted his mind for so many months. Tamara approached the wearyl looking man and placed her hand on his shoulder, speaking firmly. Arthur, there’s nothing we can do. We had no choice. If we hadn’t done this, we’d all already be in prison anyway. Arthur stepped back, moving away from Tamara.

 He paced back and forth like someone exhausted from carrying an unbearable burden. I know, Tamara. I know, but look, I can’t take sleeping in that hospital bed anymore. That place is hell. It’s destroying my life. The other man also grew agitated, crossing his arms, and speaking firmly. It’s true. My brother’s right. That bed is unbearable.

 At that moment, Violet approached the second man, stroked his face, and caressed him tenderly. Oh, Aonso, my love. You know, hospital beds are always like that. But we’re sacrificing ourselves, too. Working day and night in that place to make sure no one finds out you’re not in a coma at all. With each word, Emmanuel grew more confused. He watched from hiding, his heart pounding.

 You? What do they mean? Patient 208 is there. I saw him before I left. Jessica was with him. “How can they be talking as if they were patient 208?” “This doesn’t make any sense,” he thought, nearly breathless. Then Tamara, in a low but firm voice, added, “Calm down. It’s just for a few more weeks. I’m already planning everything. I’ll get the medication to fake Richard’s death.

 That way, we’ll all be able to move abroad and start over from scratch. No more threats, no more lies. The doctor felt his legs weaken, but he didn’t dare move. The conversations went on. Some lines were trivial about daily hospital routines. Others, however, were so shocking that they left Emmanuel dizzy.

 After a while, Tamara clapped her hands lightly and said, “It’s time to go. One of you needs to come back with us and switch with Richard. Who’s it going to be?” Arthur took a deep breath, resigned. I’ll do it. I’ll go with you. Realizing they were about to leave, Emanuel rushed back to his car. He slipped inside quickly and ducked down, keeping his eyes fixed on the house door.

 He saw Tamara, Violet, and Arthur leave the place and head back toward the hospital. Inside the car, Emanuel began piecing things together. If they’re taking turns like this, then they’re not just twins, they’re triplets. But why? Why are they doing this? He gripped the steering wheel tightly, breathing deeply. Well, I don’t know the reason yet.

 But whatever it is, it has to stop now. I’ll go back to the hospital and put an end to this farce. Tomorrow the other nurses and these men, they’ll all have to explain themselves. Oh, they will. Without wasting time, he started the car and sped off, heading back to the hospital. Moments later, through the back of the building, Tamara, Violet, and Arthur were already approaching, entering discreetly through a restricted access hallway.

 At the same time, inside room 208, Jessica looked at her phone and read a short message. Her eyes lit up. “It’s time,” she murmured. He turned his eyes back to Richard, lying in bed, motionless. He stepped closer, took two steps to the door, looked down the hallway to make sure no one was coming, and then locked the door from the inside.

 In a matter of seconds, he began to act with the skill of someone who had done it before. He removed the machines that supposedly kept Richard alive, shutting them off one by one. He picked up a syringe and filled it with a transparent liquid. Adrenaline. Without hesitation, he injected it into the patient’s arm. Richard’s body reacted almost immediately.

 His eyes opened slowly, his breathing quickened, and he began to wake up, still groggy. Outside, Tamara, Violet, and Arthur hurried down the back corridor. Come on, quick. Jessica has already started the procedure, said Tamara, her tone urgent. They didn’t notice that. A few steps behind, Emmanuel was silently following them, hiding in the shadows, alert to every move.

 When they reached the end of the service tunnel, they knocked several times on a discrete door, almost camouflaged in the wall. The door opened and revealed Jessica with Richard already on his feet, still wearing hospital clothes and a bit dazed from the injection. From a distance, Emanuel observed the scene and murmured in shock, “So, they really are triplets?” Arthur wasted no time. Let’s change clothes quickly and put me to sleep fast.

 The sooner this is over, the better. They entered the rooms through the secret passage, setting everything up for the switch. Richard now wore Arthur’s clothes, while Arthur, dressed in hospital garments, prepared to lie down in his place and receive another dose. Jessica was already holding the syringe, ready to inject. But before she could act, the door was flung wide open.

Emanuel burst in, his voice firm and filled with fury. Stop this now. Quiet. No one is going to sleep until I know exactly what is happening here. The room froze. The pregnant nurses and the two mysterious men turned pale with shock. The air seemed to stop. The secret they had guarded so tightly for so many months had just been all exposed. “Talk. Tell me what’s going on here.

Tell me now, unless you want me to call the police,” shouted Dr. Emanuel, his voice sharp as he crossed his arms and glared at the five in the room, demanding answers. “For a few seconds, there was only the heavy silence of the room. Then to the doctor’s surprise, Tamara collapsed at his feet and dropped to her knees, pulling her hands to her face and begging with all she had. “Please don’t call the police.

 For everything that’s sacred, don’t let us be arrested, doctor,” she said, trembling, her eyes pleading. At that moment, Violet, Jessica, Arthur, and even Richard, still groggy from being awakened, also dropped to their knees. Their hands intertwined, gestures of supplication that made the scene even more unsettling.

 Their voices in unison, begged for mercy. But Emanuel, his patience at the limit, raised his voice with authority. All of you, stand up. I want to know what’s going on here. and I want to know immediately,” he said without hesitation. Tamara took a deep breath, held back her tears, and finally began to speak again as if a movie was replaying in her mind, and scenes began to project once more.

“All right, doctor. We’ll tell you,” she said, her voice barely audible. And like a flashback invading her head, the memories fell like puzzle pieces. Tamara once again saw the scene from months earlier, all of them together in the car that night. She remembered the sound of the engine, the loud laughter of friends, and the narrow road cutting through the woods.

 She remembered sitting in the back next to Arthur with Violet and Aonso nearby. Richard was driving and Jessica sat in the passenger seat, her sharp voice joking about the music. Suddenly, the memory froze into noise and a scream. “Richard, watch out!” cried Tamara as panic took over. Everyone in the memory looked forward, but it was too late.

 A sharp crash, the impact, the body thrown. Richard slammed the brakes. The car screeched. Everyone scrambled out of the vehicle in a panic and ran to see what had happened. “What have I done? What have I done?” Richard repeated, his hands on his head, his face pale with fear. “Athur, his breathing short, tried to console him.” “It wasn’t only your fault.

 We’re all to blame.” He said. Tamara and Violet, who were both trained nurses, immediately ran to check the fallen victim. They found a man wearing a bandit’s mask and carrying a bag. Signs that he had just committed a robbery. A fondo, anxious, asked in a trembling voice. “So, how is he?” Tamara, checking for vital signs, felt the world spin as she answered. “He’s dead.” dead,” she said. Panic took over.

 Richard began repeating that they would be arrested, that this would ruin their lives. Jessica tried to calm the fear with an explanation. “Wait, not everything is lost. It was an accident. He ran out in front of the car,” she said, trying to find a plausible way out.

 Richard, not knowing how to prove the version Jessica suggested, asked frantically, “But how are we going to prove that?” It was then that an idea that had formed in Tamara’s head made the group hold their breath. She spoke, tense, but decisive. “Listen, this guy is a criminal. We can’t risk going to jail for this. Let’s hide the body. We’re on a deserted road. Nobody will pass by.

 It’s the only way, she said, her eyes a flame with cold resolve. Violet, overcome by the same fear and the urge to protect the group, agreed firmly. “I think that’s the only choice, too. We’re all in this together. We can’t be arrested or let Richard take the fall for everything alone,” she stated. And so they did.

 With shaky steps and dirty hands, they hid the body in the nearby woods, burying what could send them all to prison. For more than a week, they lived, thinking they had escaped. But soon, the news came on television. The body had been found. The police launched an investigation, and evidence began to point closer and closer to them. Fear grew.

 Nights turned into nightmares. In that climate of panic, Richard made a drastic decision. He gathered his girlfriend, his brothers, and the brother’s girlfriends and spoke with a firm voice. “It isn’t fair for six lives to be ruined. I was driving. I’ll take the blame. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I won’t let you be arrested,” he said, his voice full of resolve.

They tried to argue, insisted otherwise, but Richard remained adamant. He said he would serve the time necessary to protect the others. And so, for a while, the agreement seemed sealed. It was then that Tamara, even before Dr. Epanine’s comeoma’s patient was transferred, and before Richard’s definitive arrest, found documents requesting his relocation.

 There she saw an opportunity and in an impulse that mixed desperation with cold calculation conceived the boldest and darkest idea of all. If we rotate the body, if the triplets pretend to be the patient, maybe no one will be imprisoned. We can continue our lives until we find a way to disappear. The police won’t arrest a man in a coma.

 It’s a chance not only for Richard, but for all of us to be free, she thought, mentally piecing together the plan. That night of conspiracy, the idea turned into a plan. Have Dr. Epanine’s patient sent elsewhere. Meanwhile, Richard would take his place. The plan was crazy, but it had worked so far. Tamara had managed to arrange for Dr. Repanine’s patient to be transferred to another hospital while Richard staged an accident.

 With the help of medications pilfered by Tamara, he appeared to be in a coma. Thus, instead of going to prison, he would be hospitalized. Since Tamara and Violet already worked at the hospital, it was enough to include Jessica, who was finishing her training. Together, the three became accompllices, rotating the triplets in the bed and managing the entire charade.

 The paperwork, reports, all the bureaucracy fell into Tamara’s hands. That way, Dr. Emanuel would never suspect, but there was one detail none of them had foreseen. By becoming so close to the boyfriends, they ended up getting pregnant, all three of them. And that that would make Dr. for Emanuel investigate.

 Back in the present, upon hearing the whole truth, Emanuel widened his eyes even more. “But this this is madness. It’s absurd,” he exclaimed, his voice choked. Richard, already recovering from the sedation, raised his face and answered firmly. “Madness, yes, but it’s the truth. We love each other, doctor. All of us.

 Tamara, tears in her eyes and her hand on her belly completed. We love each other and we ended up making mistake after mistake until it became a snowball. But we can’t all be jailed. That would destroy our lives. Besides, now we’re nine. She caressed her pregnant belly, remembering that three new lives were about to be born. Emanuel took a deep breath and shook his head.

What cannot continue is this charade. It compromises the integrity of the hospital. With determination, he grabbed Tamara’s keys, locked the secret exit, and then turned the key in the room door, leaving everyone terrified. “What are you going to do, doctor?” Jessica asked, frightened.

 The doctor answered firmly, “I’m going to bring someone and do the right thing. In the meantime, you stay here. Don’t leave or it will be worse. Silence filled the room when Emanuel left. They believed that within moments he would return with the police. Each heart pounded, nearly leaping from their chests. Shortly after, the door opened. The five held their breath, but to everyone’s surprise, Emanuel was not accompanied by officers. At his side stood a man.

 identical to him, but wearing an elegant suit. The eyes of those present widened. Emmanuel spoke solemnly. This is my twin brother, Eustace. He’s a lawyer, one of the best in the country, and he’s going to handle your case. We’re going to resolve this once and for all. Shock gave way to relief. The doctor would not turn them in.

 He didn’t agree with what they had done, but he also didn’t want to destroy them. Eustace listened to every detail of the story. He studied the case carefully and came to a conclusion. The best course was to keep Richard as the sole responsible party. What had happened afterward, the hospital charade, should be forgotten. In court, the narrative changed.

 They claimed Richard hadn’t seen the criminal running across, that the man had darted in front of the car. His panic made him hide the body alone. But shortly after, he confessed. With a clean record, a fixed residence, and as a firsttime offender, Richard, accused only of concealment of a corpse, was sentenced to 2 years in prison.

 But thanks to Eustace’ skill, the sentence was converted into community service. In the end, the triplets and the nurses were eternally grateful to the doctor and his lawyer brother. Emanuel looked at them and said firmly, “Every day I deal with people imprisoned in their own bodies, confined to a bed. I could prevent you from being imprisoned in a cell.” And that’s what I did. But make good use of this second chance.

 Live correctly and take very good care of these children who are about to be born. The doctor’s words echoed like a warning and at the same time a paternal piece of advice. Months later, the three nurses gave birth. A great celebration was organized to welcome the babies.

 The hall was filled with smiles, tears of emotion, and promises of a better future. Emanuel and Eustace joined the celebration as part of the family that in a twisted and unlikely way had been formed. And so, redeemed, the nurses and the triplets built a new chapter of their lives. The past could not be erased, but the future lay before them full of responsibilities, but also of hope.