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As a struggling single dad, I had no choice but to bring my daughter to my night shift at the hospital. She wanted to help, wandered into a patientโ€™s roomโ€”and seconds later, the entire hospital was running toward that door…..
As a struggling single dad, I had no choice but to bring my five-year-old daughter, Debbie, to my night shift at the hospital. I warned her about the strict department head, Preston, a man who would fire someone for a misplaced coffee cup.
โ€œDaddy, I can be quiet,โ€ she said, her voice earnest. โ€œDr. Debbie promises.โ€
I set her up with a fortress of crayons behind the nurseโ€™s desk. I kissed her head and started my shift, keeping one ear tuned to her soft humming and murmurs.
Chaos erupted. A fall alarm blared. I ran to help a nurse brace a patient. My heart hammered, sweat broke out, and through it all, something in the back of my head whispered, Somethingโ€™s wrong.
It was too quiet. Too still where my kid should be.
I sprinted back to the desk. The chair was empty. Paper scattered. Crayons rolled. That silence slammed into me harder than any alarm.
I checked the breakroom. Empty. The staff bathroomโ€”locked. My chest went tight. Then I heard it, a tune I knew better than my own heartbeat. That dumb pancake and bandages song. It floated from down the hall, from room 2D. The room of Trevor Maddox. A man who had been in a coma for months.
I followed it, my heart punching against my ribs. The door was cracked open. And Debbieโ€ฆ Debbie stood by his bed, her tiny hand resting on the rail, singing like it was the most normal thing in the world.
โ€œDebbie,โ€ I hissed, stepping inside fast, already reaching to grab her. Then I froze.
The monitor blinked. Respirations twitched. Then a sharp inhale hissed through the cannula. Trevorโ€™s eyelids fluttered open, then cracked wide, locking right on my five-year-old daughter.
His mouth moved, dry and shaky. โ€œWhereโ€ฆ am I?โ€
Debbie gasped, clutching her plastic stethoscope like it was real. โ€œSir, youโ€™re at Riverside. Iโ€™m Dr. Debbie.โ€
My hand hit the call bell so hard I probably cracked the casing. Seconds later, the entire hospital was running toward that door…. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI