“It cannot be chance,” she insisted, voice trembling. “I am not involved with anyone. I know how it sounds, but I feel as though something is wrong and I do not know how to say it without sounding irrational.”
By the time the third nurse, Brielle Summers, arrived with swollen eyes and a positive test in her shaking hand, Conrad could no longer pretend the situation did not demand scrutiny. Three pregnancies connected by nothing except their assignment to the same comatose patient. Three sets of medical charts indicating circumstances that defied ordinary explanation. He began reviewing security logs, badge scans, anything that might reveal unauthorized access to Room 614. He found nothing. The room appeared undisturbed each time he checked, still and lifeless, with Logan lying under crisp white sheets.
The hospital board summoned him for an emergency meeting when the fourth pregnancy was reported. The members spoke in low voices, each sentence laced with anxiety. The chairwoman, Katherine Bell, leaned forward.