Hannah is twenty three, newly qualified, and still learning how to carry herself on nights when the hospital feels more like a world of its own than a workplace. When she's sent to cover an old, rarely used wing at the far end of the building, she expects the usual: stale air, flickering lights, and the kind of isolation that makes every sound feel louder than it should. At first it's just discomfort.
The distance from the main ward. The silence between the pipes and vents. Small things that can be explained away if you're tired enough. But as the hours drag on, the wing begins to feel less empty and more watchful, and Hannah finds herself reacting to things she can't quite name, the way your body does before your mind catches up. Told in a grounded, first person voice, this is a slow burn account of one night shift that never really ended.
Because some places in hospitals don't just hold memories, they hold on to people. And once you've felt that kind of wrongness in a corridor at 2 a.m., you don't walk through quiet buildings the same way again.
Hannah is twenty three, newly qualified, and still learning how to carry herself on nights when the hospital feels more like a world of its own than a workplace. When she's sent to cover an old, rarely used wing at the far end of the building, she expects the usual: stale air, flickering lights, and the kind of isolation that makes every sound feel louder than it should. At first it's just discomfort.
The distance from the main ward. The silence between the pipes and vents. Small things that can be explained away if you're tired enough. But as the hours drag on, the wing begins to feel less empty and more watchful, and Hannah finds herself reacting to things she can't quite name, the way your body does before your mind catches up. Told in a grounded, first person voice, this is a slow burn account of one night shift that never really ended.
Because some places in hospitals don't just hold memories, they hold on to people. And once you've felt that kind of wrongness in a corridor at 2 a.m., you don't walk through quiet buildings the same way again.