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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. For a while, I felt like it was the end of my life. I took a deep breath and turned back to look for the unknown source of sound chasing me. It was dark, and the floor was moist, it appeared as someone wetted it straight before I entered the abandoned hallway. I bent low, wiped the floor with my right hand and sniffed it, "Blood", I screamed in terror. By that time I realised that something was not good about the place. I wanted to break out but my fractured wrist was the only reason to stop me from departing. I kept hiding behind the erratic furniture lashed at the edge of the gloomy corridor until the unusual sound ended. It was almost midnight and I could barely see any figure around, I pulled out my body with the force of my unbroken right hand which was the sole relief. I quickly got up from the blooded floor and ran towards the opposite direction of the corridor, I wanted to reach my ward as soon as possible to find the human existence around. The entire corridor was like a puzzle, I almost lost my way to the vicinity. I suddenly heard the noise of the door cracking from my behind, I walked into the direction of the clatter. I saw a room on the left side of the hallway with the door narrowly open, I hurried to the opening and tried to peek inside but it was too dark for me to detect. I moved a little closer to the door and pushed it softly, it was a trash compartment with all the drained medical equipment inside. I slowly dragged my feet in and walked towards the old big-box kept in the corner, it appeared a bit terrifying and chilling but I didn't stop doing my investigation. I took hold of the box lid and snatched it open, for my panic there was a dead body of a lady inside. My entire body was trembling and I started dripping, I knew I walked into huge trouble by hunting the sound. I slowly held her hand and tried to check her nerves, I discovered that she was still breathing, and her gust was choked. I ran towards the door to cry out for help but the minute I drove out I felt it was not a decent idea to stop by someone as I myself was not aware of the criminal. I attempted to find some water in the flash of light reaching through the holes between the door but could not find any liquid accept the used trash of glucose pocket, it was a crazy idea but I poured the liquid on her face to fetch her back in esprit. Within a jiffy, she opened her eyes but her corpse was, however, powerless and shaky. I dragged the trunk and supported her to sit unhurriedly. She was trying to utter something but was hardly audible, I bent close to her and asked her if she needed something. She looked pale and sluggish, I felt she was looking for something but was difficult to figure out as I was never an expert of grumble chat. It was a bit annoying, I wished to assist her but she was so vulnerable that I hardly listened to what she was trying to explain. I decided to play a guessing game and advised her to nod her head in yes or no. I sat on the floor near her and asked her if she was alone? She promptly nodded, no. I asked her if she was with her husband and again the response no. I got restless, I had no additional idea to help her and puzzle out about her. The distress was clearly noticeable on my complexion, immediately I saw her addressing towards a mark on her belly. In an instant, I realized that she was talking about her baby as I had a similar cut and stitch mark from my son's birth. I stood up in terror and asked her to lay in the same box as before and ran towards my room. The entire direction was quiet, I quickly rushed to my bed, grabbed my mobile from under the pillow and phoned my husband to reach quickly along with the police, he got scared and asked me if I was okay, I begged him to hurry and confided him that I will clarify him everything later. I took a bottle of water, a fruit knife kept in the apple tray and ran towards the miserable room. I gave her some water to gulp and asked her to inscribe everything that happened to her on my phone. She held it and wrote something, I pulled the phone back and what I read made me feel awful. Her newborn infant was taken away by the sanitarium authority and she was left there in the tiny trunk to perish. It was a heartbreaking word, tears rolled down my eyes thinking about the pain she was enduring. I waited there with her until my husband reached out with the cops, I held her hand and we walked out of the room towards the entrance and there saw my husband standing in uneasiness. He ran towards me, helped us comfort ourselves and raised several queries together, I calmed him down and told him everything that happened there. By that time the entrance was full of nursing staff and the M.D in charge. The M.D was shortly arrested by the police for the unlawful act and was asked for further justifications. He then agreed to what he did and justified that they always selected the impoverished and broken families for this and after the delivery, the baby was traded for money and the mother was killed and as they chose very poor families, they never dared to speak against the medical staff and reach the authority.
Finally, she got her baby back and the entire hospital was confiscated till further investigation. Well, that night was indeed a dreadful night and I still get goosebumps thinking about it.