(Angela’s POV)
They say even the dead must grow tired of sleep eventually; after all, there’s no waking from death. And that’s exactly how I felt as I opened my eyes, pulled gently from the depths of unconsciousness by the low murmur of voices in the room.
They weren’t loud, but they carried a subtle urgency, the kind that made it clear they hadn’t meant to wake me—only that they couldn’t help it.
“Nothing’s changed, the system still shows it as pending,” one voice murmured. “It’s been over five days since the payment was due.”
A sigh followed, tired and annoyed. “She’s not the only one. A couple of night-shift nurses said the same thing. They haven’t seen their hazard bonuses yet either.”
“I heard the Chief Medical Director’s been prioritizing emergency patients with private insuran
