They slipped inside the hospital, the warmth of the lights pressing against the cold on their coats. The corridors were quiet, only a few trainees moving about, their voices muffled behind doors. Mary led them down the hall, her pace quick, her face set in a grim line.
At the supply room she pulled out her keys, glancing both ways before unlocking the door.
"Keep it quiet," she whispered, then pushed inside.
The cabinets lined the walls, neat rows of shelves that had once given Mary peace of mind. Now she moved from one to the next, checking locks, swinging doors open, her hands moving faster with each search.
Ester hovered close, biting her lip. Iyisha stayed by the door, her chest tight, heart hammering harder with every second Mary didn't speak.
Finally Mary stopped at the far cabinet. She yanked it open, dug into the back shelf, and froze. "No…"
Iyisha's stomach dropped. "What is it?"
