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❝ AND WHAT ARE YOU STARTING AT?!❞ ( season two, episode seven. )
AS THE BLONDE STEPPED INTO THE HOSPITAL ON THAT fateful morning, an unsettling feeling washed over her. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils, and the sound of beeping machines echoed through the hallways.
It was a place she had become all too familiar with over the past years, but today, something felt different.
As she made her way to the reception desk, Lindsey couldn't shake the feeling that every pair of eyes in the room were fixated on her.
Nurses and doctors hurried past her, their gazes lingering just a moment too long.
Maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, she pondered. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't brush off that eerie sensation.
Having already bid farewell to Avery at school, Lindsey knew she wouldn't see her child until much later in the evening, once her work was complete.
The thought of being away from Avery for so long weighed heavily on her heart, especially on a days she felt like this.
As Lindsey made her way through the bustling hospital corridors, she couldn't help but notice the hushed whispers that followed her. It was as if everyone knew something she didn't, as if they were privy to a secret she was yet to discover.
The feeling of being an outsider in her own workplace intensified, and she quickened her pace, desperate to escape the prying eyes and curious whispers.
Entering the elevator, Lindsey pressed the button for the fifth floor, where her office was located. The doors closed, enclosing her in a small, confined space.
The silence was deafening, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The elevator seemed to move slower than usual, each passing floor heightening her anxiety.
Finally, the doors opened, and Lindsey stepped out onto the fifth floor. The usual hustle and bustle of doctors and nurses was absent, replaced by an eerie stillness an image that she had created in her own head.
Lindsey's heart raced as she made her way to her office, her footsteps echoing through her ears.
The fear of being observed, though, was not just a figment of her imagination. It was a real experience, which made her wonder if she might not be as insane as she initially believed.
After dropping off the files in her office in the Cardiac wing, Lindsey wasted no time in making her way to the opposite side of the hospital where the attending changing rooms and lockers were located.
