**Isabella's POV**

The night shift at Charité always felt like stepping into a different world - quieter corridors, softer lights, the kind of hush that made every beep of a monitor and every squeak of a shoe sound louder than it should.

As much as I heard and knew weird things always happen at night, Tuesday to this friday was great.

I had clocked in at 22:00, swapped my day scrubs for fresh ones, and was already deep into vitals checks when Hannah joined me on the floor. Dew had clocked out hours earlier with a dramatic yawn and a "don't let the bed bugs bite, girls," leaving the two...