All the nurses who had been caring for a coma patient for over 10 years began getting pregnant one by one, leaving the doctor in charge intrigued. But when he decided to install a secret camera in the hospital room and realized what was happening to the nurses and the comatose man whenever he wasn’t around, he desperately called the police. “Run to the hospital now. Run, it’s an emergency. Doctor, I think I’m feeling sick.”

My stomach is turning and I’m dizzy. Excuse me, please,” Nurse Jessica said, bringing her hand to her mouth. Her breathing was shallow, as if she were about to vomit. In an almost desperate impulse, she ran down the hospital hallway toward the bathroom, leaving behind only the echo of her hurried footsteps. Dr. Emanuel followed the scene with wide-open eyes, heavy with tension. He remained still for a few moments, then looked to the side.

 

 

There was the bed in room 208, where Ricardo lay, a man who had been in a coma for over 10 years. The silence in the room seemed even heavier in the face of this strange situation. “My God, let it not be what I’m thinking,” Emanuel murmured to himself, almost unaware he had spoken out loud. He took a deep breath and remained there alone next to the sleeping patient. While he waited for the nurse to return, he remained attentive to the equipment, the wires, and the faint sound of the heart monitor, as if seeking some relief from the uncomfortable feeling that was beginning to invade his thoughts.

A few minutes later, Jessica reappeared. Her expression was calmer, but her eyes betrayed that something still wasn’t right. “Are you feeling better, Jessica?” the doctor asked with a tone of genuine concern. The young nurse approached slowly, straightening her wrinkled gown, and answered. “I felt a little dizzy and severely nauseous. I had to run to the bathroom, but I’m a little better now. Doctor, may we continue?” It was nothing serious. Emanuel nodded, but the unease in his mind remained.

Even so, he chose to continue with the procedures. She approached the patient and announced in a firm voice, urging her team to maintain order. “Now we’re going to change the IV.” Jessica obediently stepped forward, but as soon as she raised her hand to touch the IV pole feeding Ricardo, a sharp pang shot through her stomach. The nurse suddenly doubled over, her hands uncontrollably reaching for her abdomen, and she vomited right there on the cold, white floor of the hospital room.

“Sorry, doctor, it came on suddenly,” she said, embarrassed, hastily wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her gown. The doctor panicked and immediately approached, holding her with his arms, giving her support. “Jessica, for the love of God, you can’t work like this. What are you really feeling? Tell me now.” His voice was firm, but also laced with affection and a concern she tried not to show too much. The nurse shook her head and, still weak, tried to explain.

I’m fine, Dr. Emanuel. It was just nausea, but it’s over now.” I’ll clean this up myself. Trying to move away, Jessica tried to break away, but Emanuel held her arms firmly, preventing her from falling. He noticed that her legs were slightly trembling and that her balance was about to break. “No, Jessica, you’re not well at all. I’ll take you to my office right now and examine you. In the meantime, I’ll ask someone to clean up here.” The nurse, still preoccupied with her responsibilities, tried to argue with a trembling voice.

And the patient, Doctor and Ricardo, we have to take care of you. It’s time for the medication. Emanuel sighed deeply but responded firmly. “Right now you should only worry about yourself. I’m going to ask Nurse Tamara to administer the medication and supervise everything. Focus on yourself. We need to understand the cause of this sudden discomfort.” While he helped her stand, a cleaning worker quickly entered the room to deal with the mess on the floor. A few minutes later, Tamara appeared.

The nurse, known for her sweetness and dedication, carried in the Her face wore a friendly smile, but the most striking detail was her belly, already swollen with about five months of pregnancy, clearly visible under her light-colored uniform. “Did you call me, Dr. Emanuel?” asked Tamara, always helpful. The doctor, still holding Jessica by the shoulder, explained in a serious tone. Nurse Jessica felt ill. “I need you to finish giving the patient his medication and keep an eye on him while I take her for some tests.”

At that moment, something silent happened. Tamara looked directly at Jessica. It was a

A quick, almost imperceptible, but intense thud. There was a secret there, something that needed no words to convey. Then she shifted her eyes to Ricardo, lying in bed, motionless for so many years. Finally, she looked back at the doctor and replied in a firm voice. “Of course, doctor, don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything here.” Emanuel nodded his thanks and led Jessica out of the room. A short time later, back in his office, the doctor asked the nurse to sit down.

With the instruments ready on the table, he began to examine her. Jessica, however, didn’t seem at all happy with that decision. “Doctor, are you sure this is necessary? It was just a feeling of discomfort. I swear, I’m fine,” she said, trying to downplay the situation. Emanuel sighed, resting his hands on the counter and replied, “Jessica, excuse me, but as a doctor, I have a motto. I can’t pretend I didn’t see someone feel bad.” And besides, this isn’t the first time. I’ve noticed you’re feeling nauseous and dizzy for days.

We need to investigate this thoroughly. The nurse tried to insist with an almost pleading look. “I know it’s nothing, doctor, it’s just stress. I’m going through some personal issues, and it’s ended up affecting my body. But it’s nothing serious. I just want to get back to work. Honestly, I’m fine.” The doctor, however, looked at her with increasing seriousness. His tone lowered, but it was laden with a weight that made the air in the office seem even thicker. “It’s just, Jessica, I seem to be watching the same story repeat itself.”

The same thing happened with Tamara and Violeta, all the nurses who approached the patient in room 208. The words hung in the air, shrouded in mystery, as if opening a door to a dark secret. Before the doctor could finish his sentence, Jessica interrupted him, her voice choked and thick with fear. “You’re saying I’m pregnant. That’s it.” Silence fell over the office for a moment. Emanuel took a deep breath, leaning on the table, as if gathering his strength before uttering those words.

I’ve been in the profession for many years, girl. I know the signs of pregnancy very well, even in the early stages. The doctor’s words flashed through Jessica’s mind. She remained silent, staring at him, her eyes brimming with tears, unable to formulate an immediate response. Meanwhile, Emanuel continued with conviction. We need to confirm it. We’ll have to do a pregnancy test. Jessica’s reaction was almost automatic. She immediately denied it. Doctor, there’s no need. I swear I haven’t.

I don’t even have a boyfriend, nor have I ever been romantically involved with anyone. There’s not the slightest possibility that I’m pregnant. There’s no way. Emanuel listened to her silently, but his expression remained distrustful. After a few seconds, he responded firmly, “Perfect, if you’re so sure, then there’s no need to be afraid of the test. We’ll do it just to keep our heads above water.” “Okay?” The young woman nervously bit her lip. She wanted to scream “no” and run away, but she knew she’d never be able to escape that office without the doctor performing the tests.

With no choice, she just nodded, surrendering to Emanuel’s determination. Wasting no time, the doctor took the small portable rapid test device. He asked for the nurse’s hand and carefully made a small puncture on one of her fingers. A drop of blood was collected and placed on the reader. The doctor adjusted the device and murmured, “Now we just need to wait a few minutes.” The office fell into an eerie silence. As he stared at the device, Emanuel couldn’t control the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.

His eyes, fixed on the still-off test screen, reflected the doubt gnawing at him. One more. No, please, let me be wrong this time. My God, let me be wrong. The minutes dragged on like an eternity until the result finally appeared. Emanuel shuddered at the sight. He froze, unable to articulate anything as his heart pounded in his chest. Anxious, Jessica broke the silence. “So, Doctor, I’m not pregnant, am I?” Unable to formulate an answer, Emanuel turned the display toward the nurse.

She swallowed. She didn’t need any explanation. She knew that device well. The screen read positive without a doubt. “No, no, this has to be wrong. I can’t be pregnant. There’s no way!” Jessica exclaimed, clasping her hands to her breast. head, feeling her legs weaken. Emanuel approached slowly. His eyes fixed on hers as if they wanted to pierce her soul. Jessica, you’re the third nurse I’ve put in charge of the patient in room 208. A man who’s been in a coma for almost 10 years, and all of you, all of you were single, without any romantic relationship with a man, and all of you, all of you who

They got pregnant.

Tell me the truth, what’s going on in that room when I’m not looking? Why do all the nurses get pregnant when they walk in there? Frightened, Jessica backed away in her chair, moving away from him as if she needed air. “I don’t know. I shouldn’t even be pregnant, doctor. This test has to be wrong. I need to go. I can’t stay here.” Overcome by desperation, the nurse hurriedly stood up. Emanuel tried to stop her by extending his arm, but she quickly escaped and left the office, leaving only the echo of her hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway.

The doctor remained still for a few moments, immersed in somber thoughts. Then, as if drawn by an uncontrollable impulse, he walked slowly toward room 208. Upon entering, he found a disturbing scene. Not only Tamara was there, but also Violeta, another nurse from the hospital. Both were working near patient Ricardo’s bedside. And like Tamara, Violeta also showed a pregnant belly under her uniform. Emanuel stood motionless in the doorway, watching. Finally, Tamara raised her eyes and noticed. “Did something happen, doctor?”

“He seems scared of something,” she said as she adjusted the IV pole. The doctor approached slowly. He looked first at Ricardo, motionless in the bed, breathing only with the aid of the machines. Then he shifted his gaze to the nurses’ swollen bellies. The tension was unbearable. Tamara, Violeta, I can’t bear this doubt any longer. I need to know the truth. Tell me, who is the father of those babies? Who helped you conceive those children?” The two nurses froze, remained motionless, exchanging a heavy glance.

Their hands instinctively rested on their bellies as if to protect them. But neither responded. The silence was more deafening than any scream. But to understand that mystery, why all the nurses who entered the room, 208 of them, became pregnant, it was necessary to go back in time, a few months. At that time, Dr. Emanuel, a renowned physician and national reference in the treatment of coma patients, was in his office at the National Hospital for Neurological Trauma.

The room, filled with medical books and clinical records, exuded the routine of someone accustomed to dealing with extreme cases. The phone on his desk rang, interrupting his concentration. A coma patient transfer had been in progress for almost 10 years. Okay. You can send it here, Dr. Eponina. I’ll be waiting. Thank you, he replied before hanging up. Shortly after, he heard soft knocks on the door. “Come in,” Emanuel said. The door opened and revealed the figure of Tamara. Young, in her early 30s, she was already known for her efficiency and loyalty.

She had worked by his side at the hospital for almost a decade. She was holding a steaming cup of coffee. Excuse me, doctor. I made a cup of coffee, and since I know you like it, I brought it to you. Manuel gave a faint, tired smile and thanked her. Thank you, Tamara, always so attentive. She smiled shyly and replied, “It’s nothing, doctor. I was going to make one for myself. It wouldn’t hurt to make one for you too.” The woman paused briefly, took a deep breath, and then changed the subject.

Take advantage of the fact that the hospital is quieter this week, because it isn’t always like that. Dr. Emanuel brought the cup of coffee to his lips and took a small sip, letting the warmth of the liquid run down his throat. Then he spoke in a serious tone. “But not for long, Tamara. I just received a call from Dr. Eponina. We’ll have a transfer shortly. This is a patient in a coma. It seems he’s been in that state for almost 10 years. They’re sending him here.

To see if any of the treatment methods we have at the hospital are effective, but honestly, I find it difficult.” Do you know that the more time passes, the harder it is to wake a patient from a coma? And the saddest thing is that he’s a young man. The doctor said he’s in his early 30s, and being in a coma for so long makes it seem like his own family doesn’t even visit him anymore. Hondo sighed, staring into space for a few seconds before concluding.

Well, let’s see what we can do. Tamara looked at the doctor closely and broke into a confident smile. I’m sure he’ll be treated well, Doctor. There’s no neurologist like you. You’re the best when it comes to coma patients. We’ve already seen several wake up under your care. Who knows if this one, even after 10 years, won’t wake up too? The doctor, although attached to science, had faith as an inseparable part of his life. With a serene look, he replied, “Yes, nothing is impossible for God.

But that’s all. Tomorrow we’ll have a new patient.” The nurse nodded firmly. “And you can count on me to help with his care, Doctor.” The day passed normally. Emanuel continued with his routine at the hospital, attending consultations, making visits, and accompanying patients.

other cases. But at the same time, he had already asked the nursing team to prepare room 208, the space that would receive the new patient. The doctor had no idea that in just a few months, that simple room would become the epicenter of a mystery that would change his life and the lives of many nurses forever.

The next morning, Emanuel was in his office reviewing some medical records when he heard knocks on the door. When he opened it, Tamara was there again, somewhat harried. “Dr. Emanuel, I’ve come to let you know that the ambulance with the patient has just arrived.” The doctor raised his eyebrows, adjusted his gown, and replied, “Perfect. He will be placed in room 208. Watch over the process for me, Tamara. I need to stop by Doña Conceis’s room first, and then I’ll go to 208 right away.” With a helpful smile, the nurse replied, “Sure, doctor.” Emanuel then continued through the halls to the room of Mrs. Conceison,

a woman battling Guillain-Barré syndrome, a rare autoimmune disease in which the immune system attacks the peripheral nerves. She had been in a coma in the early stages of the disease, but thanks to treatment, she was slowly recovering. Upon entering the room, the doctor asked in a kind and encouraging tone, “How are you today, Mrs. Conceison?” The patient, a woman with a gentle look and a firm voice, replied, “I’m fine, doctor. I’m already able to move my feet a little.

I’m doing the physical therapy as you instructed.” Emanuel smiled, satisfied with the progress. “Excellent. Keep it up, you’ll be discharged soon. Afterward, you can continue treatment at home near your family.” After reviewing the tests and prescribing the appropriate medication, Emanuel said goodbye and continued on to room 208. As he walked through the hospital corridors, he reflected. 10 years in a coma. If he didn’t do regular physical therapy, this patient must be completely atrophied. Fragile muscles, weakened body. I need to be prepared for a serious condition.

But as soon as he entered the room, the scene before his eyes almost made him lose his balance. The shock took his breath away. “But how? How is this possible?” he murmured in disbelief, slowly approaching the bed. There lay the new patient, a young-looking man in his early 30s, with rosy skin and defined muscles, as if he’d just left the gym. His body was strong, healthy, and vigorous. Nothing about him resembled someone in a coma for a decade. In reality, he looked just like a resting athlete taking a peaceful nap.

Emanuel brought his hand to his mouth, stupefied. “This, this patient in a coma for 10 years?” he asked, still in disbelief. Tamara, who was watching the scene closely, confirmed with a slight nod. “Yes, doctor, that one. From what I saw in the documentation, his name is Ricardo.” Astonished, Emanuel approached the bed, extended his hand, and carefully ran his fingers over the patient’s arm, then over his firm abdomen. But this, this is incredible.

A patient in a coma for so long should have a swollen abdomen, atrophied muscles, and thin arms. How can he, after all these years, have this physical appearance? How? Tamara also looked at Ricardo, equally impressed. Honestly, Doctor, I was surprised too. We’re used to dealing with weakened, fragile people, but this man seems to be just sleeping. She paused briefly, took a deep breath, and continued, her eyes fixed on the patient. It’s like you said, there are things that can only be a miracle from God.

Perhaps this man is one of those miracles, and now with his treatment, who knows if he won’t wake up? The doctor’s mouth remained completely open. He observed every detail of the patient’s body, and the more he analyzed it, the more he felt like he was witnessing something out of the ordinary. He couldn’t associate that man with the image of someone in a coma for 10 long years. Tamara, I want to follow this case closely, very closely. I want all the possible tests, CT scans, complete analyses.

This is an extremely rare case. There’s something different about this patient, something we need to understand. Determined, the nurse responded without hesitation. Okay, Doctor. I’ll prepare all the tests myself, and I’m offering to be Ricardo’s nurse in charge if you allow it. Of course, I want to help with anything necessary. Emanuel looked at her thoughtfully and finally agreed. Of course. I’ll put it on record that you’ll be Ricardo’s nurse in charge. He had no idea that this seemingly simple and practical decision would turn out to be one of the biggest mistakes of his career.

In a few months, he would bitterly regret having given himself so much responsibility. That same day, alone in his office, Dr. Emanuel remained restless. The shock of seeing a patient

In a coma for so long, yet with such an unusual physical appearance, he couldn’t get out of his mind. While he sorted through medical records and prepared test requests, he spoke to himself in a low voice, as if trying to convince himself of something. I still don’t understand. How can someone be in a coma for so long and still have that body?

This doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t make any sense. He ran his hand through his hair, restless, like someone trying to find explanations in a vacuum. After a few seconds, he decided: I need to call Dr. Eponina. I need to better understand Ricardo’s story. What happened to him? How did they care for him all these years? Only that can explain such an unusual physical condition. He reached for the telephone on the table, but before dialing, he heard soft knocks on the door.

Come in, he said, not hiding a certain impatience. The door opened slowly, and Tamara appeared with her usual attentive manner. Doctor, I interrupted something. I was going to make a call. Emanuel sat up straight in his chair, adjusting his expression. I was about to call Dr. Eponina. I need to clarify some questions about Ricardo. I confess I’m still surprised by his condition. It’s impossible for someone in a coma for so long to maintain muscle, skin, and vitality like that. Tamara took a few steps and placed a notebook full of notes on the table.

Her expression was serious, but she also showed pride in what she had prepared. “Well, that’s exactly what I was thinking, and I came to show you this.” Emanuel frowned curiously. The nurse, in turn, opened the notebook, revealing pages full of questions organized by topic. I took advantage of the time I was alone in the room observing the patient and made a list of questions, all related to Ricardo’s physical condition. If you want, you can add more. I thought it might be best if I spoke to Dr. Eponina myself.

I know how much work you have and how many patients depend on your care here at the hospital. I can even personally go to the hospital you came from, ask everything, and bring you the answers. Meanwhile, you continue preparing the test requests. I imagine there are many. Emanuel scratched his chin thoughtfully. He preferred to resolve this personally, but he had to admit it. He was overloaded with work. Tamara’s suggestion seemed practical. He took a deep breath and said, “Always thinking about everything, Tamara.” He wrote his own additional questions in the notebook and returned it to the nurse.

Shortly after, Tamara left for the patient’s home hospital. About an hour and a half later, she returned to the office with the answers carefully written down. She placed the notebook on the table and spoke, still agitated. “Doctor, I spoke with Dr. Eponina. She confirmed it was indeed a deep coma. As for the patient’s physical condition, she couldn’t explain. She said they performed several tests over the years, but found no answers. That’s precisely why they decided to transfer him here, hoping you’d be able to better understand this case.”

Emanuel skimmed the pages, reading carefully, shook his head, and murmured, “Well, then we’ll start from scratch. No problem. I’ve already ordered all the possible tests. Let’s see what the CT scan and the other tests reveal.” He showed the list of tests to the nurse, but to his surprise, Tamara returned shortly afterward with some preliminary results. Emanuel leaned over the reports and spoke in a serious tone. “It shows that brain activity is almost zero, confirming the coma, but none of the other tests explain his physical condition.

Nothing justifies this healthy body.” The nurse crossed her arms, still looking at the sheets. “Well, doctor, it seems this will be a case that will require careful study. It may take time.” He just nodded, frustrated. The doubt remained like a shadow that never left his mind. Throughout the first month, the routine remained in that enigmatic cycle. Emanuel performed tests, analyzed reports, compared results. But with each new test, the conclusion was the same: Ricardo remained in a coma. Deep.

Nothing indicated any neurological change. And even stranger, nothing explained why that body seemed to be getting stronger, more toned, almost as if it were developing naturally. This mystery, however, soon gave way to something even more disturbing. One morning, while caring for Ricardo, Tamara began to feel ill. Emanuel, who was in the room, immediately noticed her paleness and the cold sweat running down her forehead. The nurse clutched her stomach in fear. Worried, the doctor immediately took her to the office and performed the necessary tests.

Minutes later, with the results in hand, Emanuel announced in surprise: Tamara. You’re pregnant. Congratulations. But tell me, who’s the lucky one? I didn’t know you were engaged.

The doctor’s words were met with disconcerting silence. The nurse, after taking a deep breath, responded in a low but firm voice. “I’m not engaged, Doctor. I’m single, and I have no idea how this child was conceived in my womb. I haven’t had any contact with anyone for a long time. I really don’t know how this happened.”

Emanuel looked at her silently, trying to process what he had heard. But before he could ask further questions, Tamara excitedly added, “But if it’s really true, then I can only accept it. For me, this baby is a gift from God, a gift I receive with gratitude.” The doctor was intrigued, disturbed, but decided not to press the issue. He preferred to believe that Tamara might have been quietly involved with someone and didn’t want to talk about it. Still, the strangeness remained like a weight on his heart.

Well, whatever happens, Tamara, I hope you have a peaceful pregnancy, but I also need to think about who can replace you when the time comes for your leave.” Mainly caring for the patient in room 208. It was at that moment that the nurse, still discreetly holding her belly, gathered her courage and spoke firmly. “But I don’t intend to leave so soon, Doctor. I’m going to continue taking care of everything here as long as I can.” Emanuel, sitting behind the desk, folded his hands and nodded, although he wasn’t entirely convinced.

Even so, Tamara, pregnancy is unpredictable. One moment you may be fine and the next you may not. We need another trained nurse to replace you if necessary. Whether at the beginning of pregnancy, when nausea is more frequent, or later when the baby is born. Tamara took a deep breath, recognizing the doctor’s concern, and replied, “Okay, Doctor. If you think it’s necessary, what do you think of Nurse Violeta? She’s been very willing. If you want, I can train her myself.”

Emanuel raised his eyebrows, immediately showing distrust. “Nurse Violeta, but she’s not the one who started working here just a few months ago. I don’t know if it would be right to put such a new professional on a case that requires as much attention and study as the one in room 208.” Tamara stepped forward, trying to convince the doctor. “Yes, Doctor, but even in this short time, I’ve had several opportunities to talk and work with her. Violeta has truly proven to be an exemplary nurse, and newer professionals often want to demonstrate dedication, to prove themselves.

Besides, it won’t be for long. When I leave, I know it will be brief, not long.” The doctor took another deep breath, evaluating the proposal. Finally, he decided, “Okay, Tamara. If you say so, I trust you.” We’re going to call Nurse Violeta to help care for Ricardo. And so it was. The new nurse began performing the same duties as Tamara under her direct supervision. Whenever morning sickness prevented Tamara from staying in the room, Violeta took over, but never alone.

The two took turns in a pattern that gradually caught Dr. Emanuel’s attention. Meanwhile, the doctor’s mind became a whirlwind of doubts. It wasn’t just Ricardo’s unexplained physical condition that disturbed him. Tamara’s pregnancy, so sudden and surrounded by strangeness, also unsettled him. Emanuel didn’t know exactly why, but the situation sent shivers down his spine. Time passed, and he noticed another disturbing detail. Whenever he appeared in room 208, Tamara and Violeta were there.

It didn’t matter the time, the day, or the task. It could be something simple, like taking a blood pressure test or just adjusting a sheet. But the two of them were always present. One day, as he approached the room, Emanuel announced loudly, “I need to perform a blood sample on patient 208 for analysis.” But before he could move, Tamara quickly offered. “I’ll take care of it, Doctor, and I’ll send the sample to the lab. You can rest.” At first, Emanuel believed it was just zeal and professional dedication, but as the days passed, their insistence on staying in that room seemed exaggerated, almost obsessive.

It was as if there was something there that inexplicably drew them together. It was then that one day, as he quietly approached, he overheard a conversation that left him frozen. From inside, Tamara spoke in a distressed tone. “I can’t believe you do too, Violeta, but now, how are we both going to leave at the same time? What are we going to explain? And who’s going to take care of everything?” Violeta, pale, placed her hand on her stomach and responded with a broken voice.

It wasn’t my fault, Tamara. It just happened the way it happened to you.” Tamara retorted, her voice thick with desperation. “It just happened that they’re going to suspect, especially the doctor. He knows we’re both single, that we don’t have anyone. How are we going to explain another baby? And the worst part, if you want

If the delivery takes place here in the hospital, when the children are born, they’ll find out. Emanuel, who was hiding behind the door, felt his heart race.

He thought to himself in shock. Another pregnant nurse, also single. That’s not possible. And what do they mean when the children are born? They’ll find out. What secret is that? Before he could hear more, an accident revealed his presence. His cell phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a loud thud. With no way to retreat, Emanuel pushed open the door and entered the room, trying to hide. At the same moment, the nurses interrupted the conversation.

Feigning casualness, Tamara stepped forward with a forced smile and picked up a folder on the table. “Dr. Emanuel, it’s good to see you. We’ve already done all the patient’s daily exams.” Violeta finished by adjusting her gown and avoiding looking directly at the doctor. “He remains stable, but unfortunately there are no signs of brain improvement.” Emanuel took a deep breath, trying to hide the tension he felt. Okay, he replied. And then, with a steady gaze on Violeta, he asked, “And you, Violeta, are you enjoying working in this area of ​​the hospital?” He expected her to blurt out something about the pregnancy, nervously, but the nurse was brief and controlled.

Yes, doctor, I do. She immediately made up some sort of excuse and left the doctor alone with Tamara in the room. Emanuel stood there silently, watching Ricardo, but his mind was elsewhere. The conversation he had overheard wouldn’t leave his head. In the days that followed, the routine seemed the same, but for the doctor, everything had changed. He watched Violeta’s every gesture, Tamara’s every glance, trying to decipher what they were hiding. He was determined to find out if, indeed, Violeta was also pregnant, but he didn’t want to confront her directly.

He was afraid that a brusque question would lead her to lie. So, she preferred to act silently, observing, analyzing, and waiting for the right moment to reveal the secret those women had guarded so closely. It wasn’t long before the truth came to light. The first symptoms began to appear mercilessly: dizziness, nausea, constant malaise, and with them, the impossible reality was confirmed. Violeta was also pregnant. Distraught, she sought out the doctor and spoke with tears in her eyes. “Doctor, I don’t know how this happened.”

I really don’t know. Then she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and added with determination, “But don’t worry, I’ll continue working normally. Everything will continue as usual. You can rest assured. I won’t cause any trouble.” Emanuel, however, didn’t let it go. His serious expression made his voice sound harsher than he would have intended. “Violeta, that’s not the problem. The problem lies in the fact that you are the second nurse to suddenly become pregnant.

Like Tamara, you claim you don’t know how that child was conceived. Don’t you find that strange?” The young nurse lowered her head, murmuring vague explanations, but nothing was convincing. No words of hers calmed the doctor’s troubled heart. Emanuel felt deep in his chest that there was something dark, something sinister behind these unexplained pregnancies. Still, after listening to the two insisting that everything was normal and after saying they didn’t want to comment on the children’s fathers, he decided to try to put the matter aside.

But there was no way out. The topic hammered relentlessly in his mind. And for some reason, every time he thought about the mysterious pregnancies, the image that emerged was always the same: the patient in room 208, Ricardo. It was then that a third bombshell fell on him months later. Another nurse, Jessica, the same one who had despaired after vomiting in front of the patient, also received a positive pregnancy test result. The impact was immediate. Emanuel felt his stomach churn.

No, this isn’t a coincidence. It can’t be. Three nurses, three single women, and all pregnant. Something is wrong. passing. Somehow, the patient in 208 is involved in this madness. He looked at Ricardo lying in bed, motionless and serene, and murmured softly, almost as if venting. Those nurses are doing something, something they’re not telling me. And my God, let it not be what I’m thinking. His eyes scanned the man’s defined muscles, his robust body with no signs of atrophy.

The contrast between his healthy appearance and his deep coma was disturbing. Emanuel clenched his fists and decided. He couldn’t bear the weight of doubt any longer. I need to clear this doubt up. I can’t bear to keep this inside any longer. The next day he gathered his courage. He asked the three nurses to go to room 208. There was Tamara, her belly now very visible; Violeta trying to hide her nausea; and Jessica, still scared by her own positive result. Tamara,

Always attentive, she stepped forward.

Doctor, do you need anything? But the answer wasn’t what she expected. Emanuel firmly raised his voice. “What’s happening is that all the nurses who come into this room, who care for patient 208, are mysteriously getting pregnant. The three of you are pregnant, and I know very well that you’re all single. So, tell me, who are the fathers of these children?” Silence dominated the atmosphere. The three nurses quickly looked at each other as if searching for a common solution. It was Tamara who broke the silence, trying to sound convincing.

Okay, let’s tell the truth. The truth is, the three of us decided to do independent productions. I was the first. I went to a fertility clinic, and when I told them the news, they wanted to too. They came after me, but we didn’t expect us to get pregnant so quickly.” Violeta, her voice trembling, joined in the lie, supporting her colleague. That’s exactly what happened, Dr. Emanuel. The doctor remained silent for a few seconds, staring at each of them.

Outwardly, he pretended to accept the explanation, but inside, his certainty only grew. This wasn’t true. Something much bigger was hidden. Very well, but the next person to work with patient 208 will be a man, he said firmly. The three nurses looked at each other, hesitated, but nodded almost in unison. Tamara was the one who responded, “Okay, doctor. When that male nurse arrives, we ourselves will teach him everything he needs to know.” Emanuel, however, wasn’t convinced. Something inside him screamed that those pregnancies were directly related to Ricardo.

He felt that every word they said was nothing more than a smokescreen to hide the truth. Then, on an impulse that was not typical of him, he did something risky. He took advantage of a moment when Tamara had left her purse in the room while she dealt with matters in another area of ​​the hospital. The doctor took a deep breath, looked around, and decided. Tamara has been very strange lately. I didn’t believe that independently produced story. I need to find out what she’s hiding.

With slightly trembling hands, he opened the nurse’s bag. He cautiously searched until his fingers touched something unexpected: a photograph. He pulled out the paper, and when his eyes fell upon the image, his breathing became labored. He almost stopped. It was a simple, yet devastating photo. In it, Tamara was smiling, and beside her was a man. A man Emanuel knew very well. He slowly raised his gaze, returning his eyes to the bed in room 208.

There was Ricardo, motionless, in a deep coma, but there was no denying it. It was the same man in the photograph. The doctor felt his heart race, his body shudder. My God, Tamara smiling next to Ricardo. How is this possible? But before revealing the nurse’s connection to that mysterious man and the reason why so many nurses at the hospital were inexplicably getting pregnant when approaching the coma patient, take the opportunity to hit the like button, subscribe to the channel, and activate the notification bell.

This way, YouTube will always notify you when a new story comes out here on our channel. Now tell me, do you think a person who remains in a coma for so many years should have their devices turned off? Or is it never too late to keep hope? Leave your opinion in the comments and also tell me what city you’re watching this video from. I’ll mark your comment with a nice heart. At the hospital, Dr. Emanuel was still in shock. The photograph found inside Tamara’s purse had affected him in a way he couldn’t explain.

Trying to hide his anxiety, he quickly took out his cell phone and took a photo, saving the entry to his gallery before returning the image to the same place he had found it. He didn’t want to raise any suspicions. Moments later, she heard the nurse’s footsteps in the hallway. She closed her bag, took a deep breath, and tried to regain her composure. Tamara entered the office and found the doctor pale and with a stern expression. “Did something happen, doctor? Something wrong with Ricardo?” he asked, placing his hand on her pregnant belly, as if already preparing for bad news.

But Emanuel didn’t want to confront her right away. He shook his head and answered in a controlled manner. “No, nothing wrong.” He paused briefly, cleared his throat, and added, “Tamara, I have some things to take care of outside the hospital today. I’m going to need to be away all day. You and the other girls can take care of everything.” The nurse smiled calmly, as if it were the simplest situation in the world. “Of course, doctor. Don’t worry. Violeta, Jessica, and I will take care of everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

Emanuel just nodded, but inside, his heart felt heavy. He left the room and went to his office.

Office. He sat down in the chair, took out his cell phone, and opened the photo he’d saved. He stared at the screen and muttered to himself in a low voice. None of this makes sense. Tamara doesn’t look any younger in this photo. She looks exactly as she did today. And the picture seems to have been taken recently. How can she have a photo with a patient who’s been in a coma for over 10 years?

How can he appear so healthy here? The doctor’s hands trembled slightly. It was then that a memory cut through him like a knife. The one who had arranged the entire transfer of the patient from room 208 had been Tamara herself. She, and only she, had spoken directly to Dr. Eponina. Emanuel jumped up decisively. I need to speak to Dr. Eponina. Only she can give me an answer. Wasting no time, he grabbed his keys, crossed the halls, and hurried to the hospital where the doctor worked.

His heart was beating rapidly, as if he already sensed something much bigger was about to be revealed. When he finally found the doctor, he showed her the photo on his cell phone. “Dr. Eponina, this here is the patient you transferred to my hospital, right, Ricardo?” The doctor looked at the screen, frowned, and shook her head. “Yes, I remember that nurse. She was here the day of the transfer, but, doctor, that patient wasn’t sent to your hospital; he was transferred to another state.”

It was even the nurse herself who suggested he not go to her hospital, saying you were too overloaded. Manuel felt the ground disappear beneath his feet. “What do you mean, transferred to another hospital? But the patient isn’t this one in the photo,” he questioned, almost breathless. Eponina looked at the image once more and quickly responded. “This one in the photo?” No, of course not. I’d never seen this man before. The patient who would be sent to you was weakened, frail, with atrophied muscles.

There was no way he had that physique. The doctor’s eyes widened in horror. Every word his colleague spoke confirmed the worst of his feelings. He was facing a fraud. Taking a deep breath, he spoke firmly. Doctor Eponina, please don’t comment on what we discussed with anyone. Something very serious is happening at the hospital where I work. First of all, I need to investigate. I only ask one thing. If Tamara shows up here, let me know immediately. The doctor, a longtime friend of Emanuel’s, nodded quickly.

Rest assured, Doctor Emanuel. Whatever you need, I’ll be at your disposal. On the way back to the car, the doctor’s mind raced. He had already discovered that all the paperwork for patient 208’s admission had been signed by Tamara. His entire stay at the hospital was under her responsibility. Walking briskly through the The hallways of his own hospital, he later muttered to himself, as if each sentence were a reality check. She put someone else in his place.

But why? What’s really going on? Who is this man lying in room 208? He stopped in front of the room door and took a deep breath, looking inside. There was Ricardo, motionless, so serene, his body inexplicably strong. Perhaps this explains why he has the physique he has. Perhaps, perhaps he hasn’t been in a coma for 10 years, as I thought, but he’s been here for months now. His muscles should be atrophying, and instead they seem increasingly defined.

And these pregnancies—I need to understand what’s happening before I go crazy. The decision was immediate. Emanuel could no longer allow the nurses to control access to the patient. If he wanted answers, he would have to act alone. I need to run new tests. Tests that I administer myself from start to finish, without interference from Tamara or the other nurses. None of them can be trusted. At one point, while Tamara and the other nurses were having lunch, Dr.

Emanuel seized the rare opportunity. He prepped the patient in room 208 and performed a full CT scan, along with a battery of new tests. When the results appeared on the screen, his heart raced. They were completely different from the previous ones. The graphs showed that the patient wasn’t in a deep coma, but in a state similar to deep sleep. There were clear, pulsing, active brain signals. More than that, the reports displayed signs consistent with physical exercise, as if the man were constantly moving and maintaining vitality.

Emanuel put his hands to his head in disbelief. But how is this possible? I myself know he’s been in a coma here for months. How can there be such clear signs that he leads an active life? This doesn’t make sense. With each discovery, the story became stranger, more bizarre. Emanuel took a deep breath, closed the scans, and decided that needed to be kept here

He waited quietly until he was sure. Later, at his office, he received an unexpected visitor. Tamara showed up with Violeta.

They were both smiling despite their already evident pregnant bellies. “Doctor, we’re going to leave early today. We told you about it yesterday.” “Remember,” Tamara said. “Jessica is going to take over and take care of Ricardo. We’re going to the neighboring town to buy some things for the baby’s layette. We’re supporting each other a lot during this time of unexpected pregnancies.” Emanuel forced a smile, trying to hide the tension. “Of course, you can go. Don’t worry.” The two thanked him and left.

However, as soon as he saw them turn down the hall, Emanuel grabbed his car keys and muttered to himself. “Maybe I’m looking for the truth in the wrong place. If I follow these two, maybe I can find out what’s really going on.” He quickly explained to a fellow doctor that he would need to be away for a few hours and asked if he could take his wing. He left immediately, got in the car, and kept enough distance to avoid being noticed. Let’s see what these two are up to.

If they’re really buying the trousseau, I bet not. He snorted as he turned the wheel. The chase was long. He drove for several minutes, always paying extra attention so as not to attract the nurses’ attention, until finally their car left the main road and entered a dirt road further from the city. Emanuel frowned when he saw their destination. The vehicle stopped in front of an isolated country house, surrounded by trees. “What are these two doing here?”

He muttered, keeping the car hidden at a safe distance. From outside, he watched as Tamara and Violeta got out smiling, chatting animatedly, exchanging knowing glances as if relieved to be there. They continued to the front door of the house, opened it casually, and entered. He knew it. This has nothing to do with the Trousseau. These two are hiding something, and something tells me it has to do with the patient in room 208. For a few minutes, he considered waiting outside, watching until they came out, but soon he shook his head decisively.

If I stand here, I might not discover anything, and I might never get another chance like this again. I have to get closer. He got out of the car slowly, feeling his heart pounding inside his chest. Every step toward the house seemed to echo in his head. He approached the side wall cautiously until a sound hit him full on. Laughter, some easily recognizable, like Tamara’s and Violeta’s, but amidst them were other male voices, loud, relaxed.

Emanuel shuddered. Could the children’s parents be here? Could everything he’d thought about patient 208 have been wrong? Cautiously, he made his way to the nearest window. The curtain was only slightly open, leaving a small gap through which he could peer, and what he saw almost made him fall backward. Inside the room, Tamara and Violeta sat laughing while talking with two men. But they weren’t ordinary men; they were twins, two identical men, and even more terrifying, they were exact copies of the patient in room 208.

Emanuel brought his hand to his mouth, holding back a scream. But how? How is this possible? Who? Who are these people? He stepped back a little, trying to understand what his eyes were seeing, but the voices from inside left him rooted to the spot. One of the men, the one closest to Tamara, spoke in an irritated tone. “We have to do something to end this. I can’t stand this life of taking turns like this anymore. It’s dangerous. They’ll catch us soon.” The other, sitting further back, agreed in the same loud, similar voice.

That’s it. This charade can’t be sustained anymore. These in-and-outs at the hospital are becoming unbearable. Like my brother said, sooner or later they’ll catch us, and then we’ll see. Tamara, trying to remain calm, responded quickly. “Relax, we’re taking care of everything. Me, Violeta, and Jessica. There’s no way anyone will find out what we’re doing. Is this it, or will we all end up in jail?” Emanuel felt a chill run down his spine. He was right. Something illegal was being plotted there.

It was at that moment that the first man, the most agitated, raised his voice angrily. “The problem is continuing like this and eventually all six of us end up in jail.” Just then, Dr. Emanuel knew he was about to discover everything that had been swirling around in his mind for months. Tamara approached the tired-faced man and placed her hand on his shoulder, saying firmly, “Arturo, there was no other option. If we hadn’t done this, we’d all be in jail anyway.” Arturo took a step back, away from Tamara.

He paced back and forth like someone exhausted from carrying an unbearable weight. I know, Tamara, I know, but look, I can’t stand sleeping in

That hospital bed. It’s hell, it’s ruining my life. The other man also became agitated, crossing his arms and speaking in a firm voice. It’s true, the brother is right. That bed is horrible. At that moment, Violeta approached the second man, ran her hand over his face, and caressed him tenderly.

Oh, Alfonso, my love. You know hospital beds are like that, but we’re also sacrificing ourselves, working day and night there so that no one discovers that you’re not in a coma or anything like that. With each word, Emanuel felt more confused. He watched hidden away, his heart pounding. “You guys? How is that? The patient from 208 is there. I saw him before I left. He stayed with Jessica. Why are you talking as if you were the patient from 208?”

This doesn’t make any sense, he thought, almost breathlessly. Then Tamara, in a low but firm voice, added, “Relax, it’s only for a few more weeks. I’ve already planned everything.” I’ll get the medicine to fake Ricardo’s death. That way we can all move abroad and start over. No more threats, no more charades. The doctor’s legs began to weaken, but he didn’t dare move. The conversations continued. Some sentences were mundane details about hospital routine. Others, however, were revelations so shocking they left Emanuel stunned.

After a while, Tamara clapped lightly and said, “It’s time to go. One of you has to come back with us and relieve Ricardo. Who will it be?” Arturo took a deep breath, resigned. “Let me go. I’ll go with you.” Sensing they were about to leave, Emanuel ran back to the car, got in quickly, crouched down, and kept his eyes fixed on the front door of the house. He watched as Tamara, Violeta, and Arturo left the building and headed toward the hospital. Inside the car, Emanuel began to put the pieces together.

If they have that shift system, then they’re not just twins. They’re triplets. But why? Why are they doing this? He gripped the wheel tightly and took a deep breath. Okay, I still don’t know the reason, but whatever it is, this has to end now. I’ll go back to the hospital and put an end to this whole charade. Tamara, the other nurses, and those guys—they’ll all have to explain themselves. Oh, yes. Without wasting any time, he started the car and sped off toward the hospital. A short while later, Tamara, Violeta, and Arturo were already approaching from the back of the building, discreetly entering through a restricted-access hallway.

At that very moment, he started the car and sped off toward the hospital. Instantly, inside room 208, Jessica looked at her cell phone and read a short message. Her eyes lit up. “It’s time,” she murmured. She turned her gaze to Ricardo, who was lying motionless in bed. She approached, took two steps to the door, looked down the hallway to make sure no one was coming, and then quickly closed the door from the inside. In a matter of seconds, she began to act with the skill of someone who had done it before. She removed the devices that were supposedly keeping Ricardo alive, turning them off one by one.

She took a syringe and filled it with a clear liquid, adrenaline. Without hesitation, she injected it into the patient’s arm. Ricardo’s body reacted almost immediately. His eyes slowly opened. His breathing quickened, and he began to wake up, still groggy. Outside, Tamara, Violeta, and Arturo hurried down the back hallway. “Let’s go quickly, Jessica has already started the procedure,” Tamara said urgently. They didn’t realize that a few meters behind them, Emanuel was silently following him, hiding in the shadows, attentive to their every step.

As they reached the end of the service tunnel, they knocked several times on a discreet door almost camouflaged in the wall. The door opened and revealed Jessica with Ricardo already standing, still in hospital clothes and a little dazed from the effects of the injection. From a distance, Emanuel watched the scene and muttered in shock. So, they really are triplets. Arturo wasted no time. Let’s change clothes quickly and put me to sleep right away. The sooner this is over, the better.

They entered the room through the secret passage, organizing everything for the changeover. Ricardo was now dressed in Arturo’s clothes, while Arturo, in hospital clothes, prepared to lie down in his place and receive a new dose. Jessica was already holding the syringe ready to administer the injection, but before she could do so, the door burst open. Emanuel charged in, his voice firm and thick with fury. Stop right now. No one is going to sleep until I know exactly what’s going on here.

The room froze. Both the pregnant nurses and the two mysterious men went pale with shock. The air seemed to stop. The secret they’d been keeping so close for so many months had just been exposed. “Come on, tell me what’s going on here. Tell me now if you don’t want me to call the police,” Dr. Emanuel said sharply, crossing his arms.

She stared at the five in the room, demanding answers. For a few seconds, only the heavy silence of the room reigned.

Then, to the doctor’s surprise, Tamara collapsed at his feet and knelt, putting her hands to her face and pleading with all her might. “Please don’t call the police. For the sake of all that is sacred, don’t let them arrest us, doctor,” she said, her eyes trembling pleadingly. At that moment, Violeta, Jessica, Arturo, and even Ricardo, still half-dazed from having woken up, also knelt. Everyone’s hands intertwined, pleading gestures that made the scene even more disconcerting.

Their voices in unison begged for mercy. But Emanuel, his patience at its limit, raised his voice with authority. “Everyone get up. I want to know what’s going on here, and I want to know now,” he said without hesitation. Tamara took a deep breath, held back her tears, and finally spoke again, as if a movie were playing in her mind and the scenes were suddenly coming back. “Okay, doctor, we’re going to tell him,” she said in a faint voice, and as if in a flashback invading her head, the memories began to fall together like pieces of a puzzle.

Tamara replayed the scene from months ago. All together in the car that early morning, she remembered the sound of the engine, the laughter of her friends, and the narrow road that cut through the forest. She remembered sitting in the back next to Arturo with Violeta and Alfonso nearby. Ricardo was driving, and Jessica was in the passenger seat, her shrill voice joking over the music. Suddenly, the memory stopped with a noise and a scream. “Ricardo, watch out!” Tamara shouted, and panic seized everyone.

In her memory, everyone looked ahead. Too late. A sharp blow, the impact, bodies thrown. Ricardo braked hard. The car squealed. Everyone jumped out of the vehicle, terrified, and ran to see what had happened. “What did I do? What did I do?” Ricardo repeated, his hands on his head, his face pale with horror. Arturo, breathing heavily, tried to comfort him. “It wasn’t just your fault. We were all to blame,” he said. Tamara and Violeta, who had already trained as nurses, immediately ran to check on the fallen victim.

They found a man wearing a robber’s mask and carrying a bag, signs that he had just committed a robbery. Alfonso, worried, asked, “So, how is he?” Her voice trembling, Tamara, checking his vital signs, felt the world spin as she answered. “He’s dead.” “Dead,” she said. Despair gripped everyone. Ricardo began repeating that he would be arrested, that this would ruin their lives. Jessica tried to assuage the fear with an explanation. “Calm down, not all is lost. It was an accident.” He ran in front of the car.

She said, trying to find a plausible solution. Ricardo, unsure how to support Jessica’s version, asked anxiously, “But how are we going to prove that?” And that’s when an idea popped into Tamara’s head made the group hold their breath. She spoke tensely but directly. “People, that guy is a criminal. We can’t go to jail for this. Let’s hide the body. We’re on a lonely road. No one will come this way. It’s the only way,” she said, her eyes blazing with cold determination.

Violeta, overcome by the same fear and the urge to protect the group, firmly agreed. “I also believe it’s the only way out. We’re all in this together. We can’t be arrested or leave Ricardo to bear everything alone,” she affirmed. And so they did. With shaky steps and dirty hands, they hid the body in the nearby brush, burying what could have landed them in jail. For more than a week, they lived believing they had escaped, but soon the news broke on television.

They had found the body. The police launched an investigation, and evidence began to point ever closer to them. Fear grew. The nights turned into nightmares. In this climate of panic, Ricardo made a drastic decision. He gathered his girlfriend, the brothers, and the brothers’ partners and spoke firmly. “It’s not fair that six lives should be ruined. I was driving. I’m going to take the blame. I’ve thought a lot about it, and I’m not going to let you be arrested,” he said resolutely.

They tried to argue, they insisted, but Ricardo remained unmoved. He said he would suffer as long as necessary to protect the others. And so, for a while, the deal seemed sealed. It was then that Tamara, even before Dr. Eponina’s transfer of the comatose patient and before Ricardo’s final arrest, found documents requesting his relocation. There she saw an opportunity, and in an impulse that mixed desperation and calculated coldness, she conceived the boldest and darkest idea of ​​all.

If we take turns with the body, if the triplets pretend it’s the patient, maybe no one will go to prison. We can just go on with our lives until

We need to find a way to disappear. The police aren’t going to arrest a man in a coma. This is an opportunity not just for Ricardo, but for all of us. She thought, mentally articulating the plan. That night of conspiracy, the idea became a plan: to have Dr. Eponina’s patient relocated to another hospital. In the meantime, Ricardo would take his place.

The plan was crazy, but it had worked up to that point. Tamara managed to have Dr. Eponina’s patient transferred to another hospital while Ricardo faked an accident. With the help of medications Tamara had stolen, he appeared to be in a coma. That way, instead of going to jail, he would be hospitalized. Since Tamara and Violeta already worked at the hospital, all they had to do was add Jessica, who was also finishing her training. Together, the three of them became accomplices, taking turns in the triplets’ beds and taking care of the entire setup.

The paperwork, the reports, all the bureaucracy was left in Tamara’s hands. So Dr. Emanuel would never suspect, but there was one detail none of them anticipated. By staying so close to their boyfriends, all three of them ended up pregnant. And that was what led Dr. Emanuel to investigate. Back in the present, upon hearing the whole truth, Emanuel’s eyes opened even wider. “But this, this is crazy, it’s nonsense,” he exclaimed, his voice breaking. Ricardo, now recovering from the sedation, raised his face and responded firmly.

Crazy, but it’s the truth. We love each other, doctor. All of us.” Tamara, with tears in her eyes and her hand on her belly, added, “We loved each other, and we made mistakes one after another until this snowballed. But we can’t all end up in jail. That would destroy our lives. Besides, there are nine of us now.” She caressed her own pregnant belly, remembering that three new lives were about to be born. Emanuel took a deep breath and shook his head.

What he can’t do is continue this charade. That compromises the integrity of the hospital. He decisively took Tamara’s keys, locked the secret exit, and then turned the key in the room’s door, leaving everyone terrified. “What are you going to do, doctor?” Jessica asked, frightened. The doctor responded firmly. “I’m going to find someone and do the right thing. In the meantime, you stay here. Don’t leave, or it will get worse.” Silence fell over the room as Emanuel left.

They believed he would return with the police in a matter of moments. Everyone’s heart was racing, almost leaping out of their chests. Shortly after, the door opened. The five of them held their breath, but to everyone’s surprise, Emanuel was not accompanied by police officers. At his side appeared a man identical to him, but dressed in an elegant suit. The eyes of those present widened. Emanuel spoke solemnly. “This is my twin brother, Eustaquio. He’s a lawyer, one of the best in the country, and he’s going to take charge of your case.”

Let’s settle this story once and for all. Shock gave way to relief. The doctor wouldn’t hand them over. He didn’t agree with what they had done, but he didn’t want to destroy them either. Eustio listened to every detail of the story, calmly studied the case, and came to a conclusion. The best course of action would be to hold Ricardo solely responsible. What happened next, the farce in the hospital, had to be forgotten. In court, the narrative changed. They claimed that Ricardo hadn’t seen the criminal approaching, that the man had run in front of the car.

Desperation drove him to hide the body alone, but soon after, he confessed. With a clean record, a permanent residence, and a first-time offender, Ricardo, charged only with concealing a corpse, was sentenced to two years in prison. But thanks to Eustio’s talent, the sentence was commuted to community service. In the end, the triplets and the nurses were eternally grateful to the doctor and his lawyer brother. Emanuel looked at them and said firmly, “Every day I deal with people trapped in their own bodies, trapped in a bed.

I could have kept you from being trapped in a prison, and that’s what I did.” But make the most of this second chance. Live right and take good care of those unborn children. The doctor’s words resonated as a warning and at the same time as fatherly advice. Months later, the three nurses gave birth. A grand party was held to celebrate the babies’ arrival. The room was filled with smiles, tears of emotion, and promises of a better future.

Emanuel and Eustaquio participated in the celebration as part of the family that had been formed in a twisted and improbable way. And thus redeemed, the nurses and the triplets built a new chapter in their lives. The past could not be erased, but the future lay before them, full of responsibilities, but also of hope.