Thomas rushed home in panic, trusting Catherine completely. Noah ran after the ambulance until his legs burned.
At the hospital, he slipped inside and burst into Eliza’s room, shouting that someone needed to check her medical history, her prescriptions, her files.
Security dragged him out. A nurse told him to stop causing trouble.
As he was pulled away, Noah screamed: “CHECK HER RECORDS! LOOK AT WHAT THEY’RE GIVING HER!”
Something cracked in Thomas’s chest.
How did a boy he had never met know what to question?
Minutes later, Noah broke free and ran back.
This time, Thomas didn’t yell. He didn’t call security.
He said quietly, “Tell me everything.”
And Noah did.
Their friendship. The conversations. What he overheard. What Eliza had whispered through tears. What he believed Catherine and Dr. Crane were doing.
“She wasn’t getting sicker,” Noah said, shaking. “They were keeping her weak.”
Thomas turned toward the adults he had trusted.
Their silence answered him. Their fear confessed everything.
Doctors were called. Records reviewed.
They uncovered serious violations—unauthorized medications, dosages far above recommendations, test results hidden, false reports about Eliza’s condition.