Chapter 6: The Trap
The heavy blast doors of the psychiatric wing suddenly slammed shut with a deafening thud, the magnetic locks engaging with a heavy click. The red lockdown lights began to strobe, plunging Room 402 into a hellish, pulsating crimson glow.
Evelyn jumped, rushing to the ward doors and yanking on the handle. Locked. She turned back to Julian, panic finally overriding her professionalism. "Did you do this?"
"I am a guest here, Doctor," Julian replied softly, walking over to the window and peering down at the flashing police lights beginning to gather below. "The people who just locked us in are the ones you should be afraid of."
Clara laughed from the bathroom—a wet, rattling sound. "They're here for you, Julian. Marcus finally figured it out. He knows what you did to their daughter."
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Julian’s composure cracked for the first time. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and his eyes darkened. "I did what was necessary to balance the scales," he snapped at Clara.
Evelyn realized with a sickening drop in her stomach that she was trapped in a locked ward with a vigilante, a sociopathic patient, and heavily armed, grieving parents fighting their way up the stairs. She wasn't a doctor anymore; she was collateral damage in a war she didn't understand.
