The heavy doors of the hospital groaned as Shihab and his team pushed them open, the scent of antiseptic and decay flooding their senses.
"This way," Jawad whispered, pointing to a stairwell marked with glowing emergency paint. "They probably stay upstairs ."
The group ascended cautiously, their weapons drawn. On the third-floor landing, a rusted gate blocked their path until a flashlight beam suddenly cut through the darkness.
"Halt!" A voice barked from behind the light. "Identify yourselves!"
Shihab shielded his eyes. "We have a wounded girl, her name is Amal."
The light lowered, revealing a haggard doctor in a bloodstained lab coat, his surgical mask hanging loose around his neck. Behind him, two nurses clutched makeshift weapons: a fire extinguisher and a scalpel.
The doct
