No Mercy At Midnight
Language: en
It was past midnight, and I was just about to surrender to a much-needed sleep when a frantic pounding erupted at my front door. "Dr. Weaver! Madeline! Open up, please! It’s an emergency!" "My baby... she’s burning up! She’s not moving! You have to help her!" It was Liam Bennett’s voice from across the hall. He and his wife, Sarah, had a six-month-old named Lily. We’d been neighbors for two years. I threw off the covers, my doctor’s instinct overriding my exhaustion. I was halfway to the door, my hand reaching for the deadbolt, when a row of glowing, translucent text suddenly flickered…