Chapter 4 - THE SCAN’S HORRIFYING SECRET
The ultrasound technician stepped back from the machine, her face completely drained of any natural color.
She looked at the Doctor, sharing a silent, terrified glance that spoke volumes without a single spoken word.
"What is it? What are you seeing on that screen?" the Mother cried out, pushing herself toward the monitor.
The Doctor gently placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her back with firm, professional restraint.
"Look at the density of the mass," the Doctor instructed, pointing a sterile gloved finger at the glowing screen.
It wasn't a tumor, nor was it any known organic tissue recorded in modern medical literature.
It possessed distinct, geometric edges, pulsing with a faint electrical charge that distorted the ultrasound waves.
"That object is emitting a low-frequency signal," the Doctor murmured, his brow furrowing in deep disbelief.
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Sarah whimpered on the bed, her small hands clawing desperately at the hospital sheets as another wave of pain hit.
The monitor beeped in a frantic, irregular rhythm, echoing the rising panic in the brightly lit room.
