EMMA POV
I nodded slowly, my eyes never leaving theirs. "I understand," I murmured. "But… there’s something you should know. My friend, she’s not… she’s not who she seems to be. I’ve started to notice things, strange things that don’t add up. I thought maybe she was here to—" I stopped, catching myself before I said too much, glancing over my shoulder as if expecting someone to be eavesdropping from the shadows.
The shorter nurse’s eyes narrowed, her expression hardening as she crossed her arms. "Look," she said slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know what kind of trouble you’re in, or what you’re insinuating here, but we can’t just give out information about patients or visitors."
The taller nurse, who had been silent for most of the exchange, finally spoke up, her tone
