The Call From Bed 13 - The Night Shift Nurse Part 1

My name is Sarah Collins. I work the night shift at St. Mercy Hospital, 3rd floor, Pediatric Ward.

Everyone hates the night shift. But I needed the extra money. My mom always said, "Dead hours pay for living expenses." She was right. In more ways than one.

My shift starts at 11 PM and ends at 7 AM. The ward is quiet after midnight. Most of the kids are asleep, machines beeping softly, hallway lights dimmed to 50 percent. It's peaceful, until 3:13 AM. That’s when it started.

On my third night, the call button lit up. Bed 13. Red light, blinking.
I frowned. Bed 13 has been empty for 20 years. Since the fire in 2006. Administration never removed the bed, they just closed the room. They use it for storage now. Old files, broken wheelchairs.
I thought it was a system glitch. I reset the panel.
Ten seconds later. Bed 13 again. Blinking faster.

My senior, Nurse Karen, was on break. I was alone at the station. Hospital protocol says you must check every call, even if it's a glitch. You never know.
I took my flashlight and walked down the hallway. The air got colder near Room 313, where Bed 13 is. The door was locked from outside, as always. Dust on the handle.
But I heard it. From inside.

A small voice. A child. "Nurse... I can't breathe..."
My heart stopped. That room is empty. It has been empty.
I unlocked the door. The smell of old antiseptic and burnt plastic hit me. The room was dark, except for the faint glow of the call button on the wall. Bed 13 was there, neatly made, white sheets.
And on the bed, there was an indent. Like someone had just been lying there.
The call button on the bed was pressed down. The cord was tangled, as if a small hand had been holding it.

"Nurse?" The voice again, right behind me.
I spun around. No one. The hallway was empty. Long, white, silent.
I ran back to the station, locked the door log, and didn't tell Karen. She would think I'm crazy. New nurses always hear things, she says.
At 3:13 AM the next night, it happened again. Bed 13. Same voice. "Nurse... it hurts..."
This time I didn't go. I sat at my desk, hands shaking, watching the red light blink until it stopped on its own after 4 minutes.

On the fifth night, Karen finally told me. She came back from break at 3:30 AM, her face pale.
"Did Bed 13 call again?" she asked.
I nodded, shocked. "You knew?"

She sat down, her voice a whisper. "Sarah, in 2006, there was a girl in Bed 13. Emily Carter. 8 years old. Asthma patient. The fire started on this floor. Everyone was evacuated except her. Her call button was broken. She pressed it for 13 minutes. No one came. She died in that bed. At 3:13 AM."

"Every new night nurse hears her. She still thinks someone will come."
"Don't ever go into that room at 3:13, Sarah. She doesn't want help. She wants company."

I looked at the clock. It was 3:12 AM.
And Bed 13 started blinking.

[To Be Continued - Part 2 Coming Soon]

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