The Man Leaving the ER Was Not the One They Wanted

Then Megan turned sharply, like she’d heard something that should not have been there. “Wait,” she said. “That van is not leaving. It’s coming back.” The feed cut. A police drone swept over the parking lot with a blue light on its belly. Elias instantly pulled Grace behind a water dispenser. “They’re not here to arrest anyone,” he said. “They’re clearing the scene.” “Who?” “Don’t know. But they’re not after us.” As if to prove it, gunshots cracked from the emergency entrance below. Not a firefight. Warning shots. Enough to scatter patients, families, and volunteers into chaos. Fire alarms, sirens, and crying voices all hit at once. The hospital sounded like it had been dropped into a blender.