Bring me her file
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The hospital felt different the next morning.
Not quieter.
Heavier.
Tracy noticed it the moment she stepped into the radiography department.
Whispers followed her.
Not obvious ones.
Subtle glances. Quick looks. Staff pretending not to stare when she passed.
Something had changed.
And she already knew what it was.
Last night.
She placed her bag down slowly, forcing herself to act normal.
“Tracy,” a nurse called hesitantly from the doorway.
“Yes?” she turned.
The nurse hesitated. “The CEO… he was discharged early this morning.”
Tracy’s hand paused for a fraction of a second.
Then she continued unpacking.
“That’s good,” she said evenly.
But the nurse didn’t leave.
Instead, she stepped closer.
“He asked about you.”
That made Tracy stop fully.
Slowly, she turned.
“…Me?”
The nurse nodded quickly. “He asked your full name. Your department. Your schedule.”
A strange discomfort tightened in Tracy’s chest.
“That’s… hospital information,” she said carefully.
“I know,” the nurse replied. “But… it didn’t sound like a request.”
Tracy frowned. “What did it sound like?”
The nurse swallowed. “An order.”
Silence.
That word landed differently.
Tracy looked away first. “I’ll go back to work.”
But even as she said it, her mind was no longer calm.
Meanwhile, across the city
Asterion Medical Group Headquarters stood like a glass empire.
Cold. Clean. Untouchable.
Inside the top floor office, the CEO sat behind a desk that looked more like a command center than a workspace.
His arm was still bandaged.
But his expression was fully recovered.
Unshaken.
A man stood across from him...his assistant, tense and upright.
“Sir… your discharge was not recommended yet,” the assistant said carefully.
The CEO didn’t look up from the tablet in his hand.
“Did I ask for medical advice?” he asked calmly.
The assistant went quiet immediately.
A pause.
Then the CEO spoke again.
“Report.”
The assistant hesitated. “About what?”
His eyes finally lifted.
And the temperature in the room dropped.
“The woman,” he said simply.
The assistant stiffened. “The intern from the hospital?”
“Yes.”
A beat of silence.
Then
“Bring me her file.”
The assistant blinked. “Sir… she’s just a junior radiography intern. Hospital policy restricts...”
“I didn’t ask about policy.”
The interruption was quiet.
But final.
The assistant straightened immediately. “Yes, sir.”
The CEO leaned back slightly.
But his eyes didn’t soften.
They stayed fixed on something unseen.
Like he was replaying something only he could see.
Then he said something lower.
Almost to himself.
“She was there.”
The assistant paused. “Sir?”
The CEO didn’t respond immediately.
Then
“In the dark.”
Silence followed that.
Longer than necessary.
Because the assistant didn’t understand what he meant.
But he didn’t dare ask.
Back at the hospital
Tracy tried to focus.
She really did.
She checked imaging files. Reviewed patient scans. Adjusted reports.
But her mind kept drifting.
Back to his voice.
Back to his grip.
Back to that sentence.
“I remember holding this hand.”
She exhaled slowly and pressed her fingers against the desk.
“No,” she whispered under her breath. “That didn’t happen.”
But even as she said it
Her heartbeat didn’t fully agree.
A sudden voice broke her thoughts.
“Intern Tracy.”
She turned.
A senior staff member stood at the doorway.
“Come with me.”
Her stomach tightened slightly. “Is there a problem?”
The staff member hesitated.
Then replied:
“The administration wants to see you.”
Minutes later
Tracy stood outside the administrative office.
Something felt wrong.
Too formal.
Too quiet.
Even the air-conditioning sounded louder than usual.
The door opened.
Inside, three senior hospital administrators sat at a long table.
And one empty chair in the center.
“Sit,” one of them said.
Tracy obeyed slowly.
No one spoke for a moment.
Then one of the men cleared his throat.
“We received a request from Asterion Medical Group headquarters this morning.”
Tracy’s fingers tightened slightly.
“…A request?” she repeated.
The man slid a file across the table.
“Specifically,” he said, “from the CEO himself.”
Her eyes dropped to the file.
Her name was printed on it.
Tracy A.
Radiography Intern.
Her breathing slowed.
“…Why would he request my file?” she asked carefully.
No one answered immediately.
Then the man added:
“He asked for it personally.”
Silence.
Tracy looked up slowly.
Something cold settled in her chest.
That wasn’t normal.
Not at all.
The administrator continued carefully:
“And he requested something else.”
Tracy frowned. “What?”
A pause.
Then
“To know everything about the night of his admission.”
Her stomach dropped slightly.
The night.
CT room.
Darkness.
His voice.
“In the dark…”
Tracy stood up suddenly.
“I need to get back to work,” she said quickly.
But the administrator’s next words stopped her at the door.
“He also requested your duty schedule.”
She froze.
Slowly turned.
“…My schedule?”
The man nodded.
And then added quietly:
“For the next two weeks.”
A silence followed that was heavier than before.
Because Tracy suddenly understood something she didn’t want to accept.
This wasn’t curiosity anymore.
This was tracking.
And somewhere out there
A man who didn’t forget faces…
Was beginning to collect hers piece by piece.
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