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Wing B

Northbridge General Hospital

Dr Pooja Awasthi looked at herself in the washroom mirror and scowled. Apparently, her Pilates class was doing nothing for her. Maybe it was her evening binge drinking habit, or maybe it was just middle age, but the reflection staring back at her was not what she wanted to see. Her fading charm added to her growing second thoughts about the idea of beauty, and she couldn’t help but feel distressed.

Adjusting her hair bun, she glanced at her watch. 2.35 pm. Lunchtime.

As she headed towards the cafeteria, the shrillest scream she had ever heard froze her in her tracks. It was like a banshee going into labour. Was it coming from the maternity ward? No, that was on the other side of the wing – this scream was coming from the emergency ward. Dumping her lunch plans, Pooja sprinted towards the sound and located its source soon enough.

The emergency ward was alive with a cacophony of sounds – the low hum of fluorescent lights, the sharp echo of footsteps on sterile tiles and the relentless beeping of monitors. A woman in her mid-20s was being wheeled in on a stretcher, her distressed screams filling the air. She clutched...

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