**The Last Patient of Ward 12**
The cardiac monitor's steady beep echoed through the empty corridor when I heard it—a shrill ringing from the sealed wing. My clipboard clattered to the floor as I stared down the darkened hallway leading to Ward 12. The abandoned maternity ward hadn't received power in fifteen years.
Rain lashed the hospital windows as I approached the steel quarantine door. The emergency light above it glowed an eerie green. My security key slipped in the sweat on my fingers. When the lock clicked open, the smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils—a scent far too sharp for a derelict ward.
Heartbeats thundered in my ears as I pushed through the double doors. Neon lights buzzed overhead, illuminating a scene that froze my blood. Doctors in 1990s surgical gowns clustered around a delivery table, their masks speckled with fresh blood. A fetal monitor screamed in continuous alarm.
"Clamp! I need clamps now!" The lead surgeon's shout came muffled through his mask. His eyes locked with mine—young, terrified eyes I'd seen in the staff memorial wall. Dr. Edmund Greaves, who'd hanged himself in this very ward after the... accident.
The patient's scream tore through the room. Through the forest of surgical scrubs, I saw her face—my face—contorted in agony beneath an oxygen mask. Her wrists bore the same cherry blossom tattoo I'd gotten last summer.
The heart monitor flatlined with a soul-chilling drone. As the medical team scrambled, I backed into a wall-mounted placard. My trembling fingers brushed dust from its surface:
*Ward 12 - Maternity*
*Closed indefinitely following the incident of 17/09/1993*
The date swam before my eyes. Today's date. Thirty years to the day.
Cold hands closed around my wrists. Dr. Greaves' rotting face pressed against my cheek, his breath reeking of grave soil. "We need scrub nurse assistance," he rasped, dragging me toward the blood-slicked table where my doppelgänger lay motionless.
That's when I saw my hospital ID badge. The photo showed Dr. Greaves' face smiling beneath my name.
The fetal monitor began screaming again.
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