The Man with No Name
247 Words
Amara stormed into the hospital the next morning, her scrubs wrinkled, her hair shoved into a lazy bun. She had barely slept. Her thoughts were consumed by the crash… and by him.
The man.
The whisper.
That strange ring.
She stopped by the front desk. “Hey, do we have the intake record for the car crash victim from last night? Black Mercedes. Male, thirties, head injury?”
Nurse Kelly frowned, clicking through her system. “There’s no record.”
“What?”
“No one like that came in.”
“But… I called 911! I saw the ambulance take him in!”
Kelly raised a brow. “Are you sure they brought him here?”
Before she could answer, a deep voice interrupted.
“Ms. Collins?”
A tall man in a dark suit approached. Clean cut. Cold eyes. He flashed a badge.
“Agent Rowe. May I speak with you privately?”
She followed him down a side corridor.
“About the man you helped last night,” he said. “You didn’t catch his name, did you?”
“No.”
He nodded. “Good. For your safety, it’s better that way.”
Amara blinked. “Is he in some kind of trouble?”
“I’m not at liberty to say. But if I were you…” He leaned closer.
“I’d forget he ever existed.”
And just like that, he walked away.
Amara stared after him, heart pounding.
Forget him?
Impossible.
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