“Leave her in the corridor, she won’t survive anyway!” the doctor ordered the nurse. But the next morning he flew into a rage when he learned what had happened.
City Hospital No. 12, hidden between noisy streets and old linden alleys, had long become a symbol of contradictions. Its walls, painted in a faded beige, had absorbed decades of tears, hopes, and silent curses. From the outside, the building looked respectable: clean windows, a well-kept facade, a sign with the city’s coat of arms. … Read more