Ward #5, East Wing

We lie helpless in our beds –  after all this the orthopaedic ward – listening to the screams and gunshots all around us.

Soon all is quiet, deathly quiet.

Minutes later the ward doors swing open.

“A-ha,” grins the gunman.

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