Trent had only stepped away from Bree’s room for a few moments--probably not even two minutes. He’d only told her parents she was awake and doing fine and would be calling them after she took a little nap. But as he went back into her room, he had the strange feeling something wasn’t right.
He glanced down the hall, and someone caught his attention. A nurse, almost at the end of the hallway, dressed unlike any of the other nurses, with a familiar cadence to her walk, had his eyebrows arching.
He pushed through the door. “Bree, are you awake?”
She didn’t say anything, so he assumed she had fallen back to sleep, but the look on her face was concerning. She looked… pained. “Bree? Are you okay?”
Trent looked at the machines and noticed a few of them were unhooked. Something was wrong--very wrong.
Just then, the nurse from before came into the room. “What’s going on? Who unplugged her monitors?”
