Later that night, the eerie silence of the infirmary seeps in, settling around me like a heavy, uncomfortable blanket. I toss and turn on the narrow bed, the thin sheets doing little to ease the cold that seems to have seeped into my bones. After everything that happened, sleep should come easily, but a gnawing unease keeps me awake.
A strange energy seems to linger in the room, shifting with every slight creak of the building. I shake my head, telling myself it’s just paranoia. But then a faint noise pulls me from my thoughts—a soft scuttling, like a mouse, maybe, or even the wind… but there’s no breeze in here.
Suddenly, a sharp clatter erupts from the far side of the room. I jolt up, my heart pounding as I see an entire shelf of medicine bottles come crashing down, scattering vials an
