348 EVIL ATTACK

The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights echoed in the tense silence of the hospital room. Every tick of the clock felt like a hammer blow to Isa's chest. Her gaze darted from the closed door to Luke, his face pale and drawn, mirroring her own growing fear. The doctor's words echoed in their ears, a grim reminder of the chaos unfolding outside – a shootout, Antonio still at large. Suddenly, the air shimmered. A faint static crackled in the corner of the room, emanating from the seemingly innocuous mounted TV. The picture flickered, displaying a grainy image of the hospital corridor outside their door. Isa's breath hitched. In the distorted image, a figure clad in black materialized at the end of the hall, a glint of metal catching the harsh fluorescent light. "Luke!" Isa gasped, scrambling out of her chair. Panic surged through her veins, icy cold despite the sterile warmth of the room. Luke, quicker than his injuries suggested, threw himself off the bed, knocking over the IV stand