Nurses start getting pregnant while caring for a coma patient. But when they notice a detail…

All the nurses who had been caring for a comatose patient for over 10 years began to get pregnant one by one, leaving the attending physician 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 upset 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. On an almost desperate impulse, she ran down the hospital hallway toward the bathroom, leaving behind only the hurried echo of her footsteps. Dr.

Emanuel watched the scene with wide-open eyes, heavy with tension. He remained still for a few moments and then looked to the side. There was the bed in room 208, where Ricardo lay, a man who had been in a coma for more than 10 years. The silence in the room seemed even heavier in the face of this strange situation.

“My God, let this not be what I’m thinking,” Emanuel muttered to himself, almost unaware he’d spoken out loud. He took a deep breath and remained there alone beside the sleeping patient. While he waited for the nurse to return, he remained attentive to the machines, the wires, and the faint sound of the heart monitor, as if seeking in this routine 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 intensely nauseous.

I had to run to the bathroom, but I’m a little better now. Doctor, can we continue? It wasn’t serious. Emanuel nodded, but the discomfort in his mind remained. Still, he preferred to continue with the procedures. He approached the patient and announced in a firm voice so his team could maintain order. “Now we’re going to change the IV.”

Jessica obediently stepped forward, following her superior’s orders, but as soon as she raised her hand to touch the IV pole feeding Ricardo, a sharp stab shot through her stomach. The nurse suddenly doubled over, her hands clutching her abdomen, and she vomited right there on the cold, white floor of the hospital room.

“Sorry, doctor, you came here suddenly,” she said, embarrassed, hastily wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her gown. The doctor panicked and quickly approached, holding her in his arms, giving her support. Jessica, for God’s sake, 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 he 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 a bout of nausea, but it’s over now. I’ll clean this up myself.” Trying to move away, Jessica tried to free herself, but Emanuel held her arms firmly, keeping her from falling. He noticed her legs were trembling slightly and that her balance was about to break. “No, Jessica, she’s not okay at all.”

I’m taking you to my office right now and I’m going to 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 him. It’s time for his medication.

Emanuel sighed deeply, but responded firmly. “Right now, you should only worry about yourself. I’ll 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, 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’s 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 you for some tests.” At that moment, something silent happened. Tamara looked directly at Jessica. It was a quick glance, almost imperceptible, but intense.

There was a secret there, something that needed no words to convey. Then he shifted his gaze to Ricardo, lying in bed, motionless for so many years. Finally, he 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 examining her. Jessica, however, didn’t seem at all happy with that decision. “Doctor, are you sure this is necessary? It was just a 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 ill.” And besides, this isn’t the first time. I’ve noticed you’ve been 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 finally taking its toll on 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 growing seriousness.

Her tone lowered, but it carried a weight that made the air in the office seem even thicker. It just so happens, Jessica, that I seem to be watching the same story repeat itself. The same thing that 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 filled with fear. “You’re saying I’m pregnant?” “That’s it.” Silence fell for a moment in the office. Emanuel took a deep breath, leaning on the table, as if gathering strength before uttering those words. “I’ve been in the profession for a long time, 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 take a pregnancy test.

Jessica’s reaction was almost automatic. She immediately shook her head. Doctor, there’s no need. I swear I don’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 suspicious.

After a few seconds, he replied firmly, “Perfect, if you’re so sure, then there’s no need to fear the test. We’ll do it just to be on the safe side.” “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 took 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-blackout 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, right?” Unable to formulate a response, 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, clutching her head, feeling her legs give way. Emanuel approached slowly. His eyes stared into hers as if they wanted to pierce her soul. “Jessica, you’re the third nurse I’ve assigned to care for 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, never in a romantic relationship with a man, and all of you—all of you 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 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 despair, the nurse hurriedly stood up. Emanuel tried to stop her by reaching out, but she quickly escaped and left the office, leaving only the echo of her hurried footsteps resonating 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 was Tamara there, but so was Violeta, another nurse from the hospital. Both were working near Ricardo’s bedside.

And like Tamara, Violeta also showed a pregnant belly under her uniform. Emanuel stood motionless in the doorway, watching. Finally, Tamara looked up and noticed. “Something wrong, doctor? He seems scared of something,” she said as she adjusted the IV pole. The doctor approached slowly.

She looked first at Ricardo, motionless in bed, breathing only with the aid of breathing machines. Then she shifted her gaze to the nurses’ swollen bellies. The tension was unbearable. Tamara, Violeta, I can’t stand 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 no one responded. The silence was more deafening than any scream. But to understand that mystery, why every nurse who entered the room 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 of 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 patient transfer who’s been in a coma for almost 10 years. Okay. You can send him here, Dr. Eponina. I’ll be waiting. Thank you, she replied before hanging up. Shortly after, she heard soft knocks on the door. “Come in,” Emanuel said. The door opened, revealing Tamara’s figure.

Young, just over 30, she was already known for her efficiency and loyalty. I’d worked alongside her at the hospital for almost a decade. She held a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. “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 it for myself. It wouldn’t hurt to make it for you too. The woman paused briefly, took a deep breath, and then changed the subject. “I’ll take advantage of the fact that the hospital is quieter this week, because it isn’t always like that.” Dr. Emanuel brought the coffee cup 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. He seems to have 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 will work, but honestly, I think it’s unlikely.

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 just over 30 years old, 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 gave 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 rounds, and assisting with 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 a knock on the door. When he opened it, Tamara was there again, somewhat harried. “Dr. Emanuel, I came to let you know that the ambulance with the patient just arrived.” The doctor raised his eyebrows, adjusted his gown, and replied, “Perfect. You’ll be placed in room 208.”

Walk me through the process, Tamara. I need to go to Mrs. Conceis’s room first, and then I’ll go to 208 right away. With a willing smile, the nurse replied, “Sure, doctor.” Emanuel then continued through the halls to Mrs. Conceison’s room, 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 the treatment, she was slowly recovering. Upon entering the room, the doctor asked in a kind and encouraging tone, “How are you today, Ms. Conceisao?” 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, and you’ll be discharged soon. Afterward, you’ll be able to 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 situation. 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 incredulously, slowly approaching the bed. There lay the new patient, a young-looking man in his early 30s, with flushed skin and defined muscles, as if he’d just stepped out of the gym. His body was strong, healthy, vigorous.

Nothing 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 closely following the scene, confirmed with a slight nod. Yes, doctor, that same one.

From what I saw in the documentation, his name is Ricardo. Astonished, Emanuel approached the bed, reached out, and gently ran his fingers over the patient’s arm, then over his firm abdomen. But this, this is incredible. A patient in a coma for that long should have a swollen abdomen, atrophied muscles, and thin arms.

How can he, after all these years, have this physical appearance? How? Tamara, equally impressed, watched Ricardo. Really, doctor, I was surprised too. We’re used to dealing with weakened, fragile people, but this man seems to be just sleeping.

He paused briefly, took a deep breath, and continued, his eyes fixed on the patient. “It’s like you said yourself, there are things that can only be a miracle from God. Maybe 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.

I observed every detail of the patient’s body, and the more I analyzed it, the more I felt I was dealing with something out of the ordinary. I 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 tests possible, 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 if you’ll allow it. Of course, I want to help in any way I can.”

Emanuel looked at her thoughtfully and finally agreed. “Of course. I’ll put it on record that you’ll be Ricardo’s nurse.” 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, remained in 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 understand Ricardo’s story better.

What happened to him? How did they care for him all these years? Only that can explain his unusual physical condition. He reached for the telephone on the table, but before dialing the number, 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 about to make a call. Emanuel sat up straight in his chair, adjusting his expression. He 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 that long to retain any muscles.

skin and vitality like that. Tamara took a few steps and placed a notebook full of notes on the table. Her gaze was serious, but 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 filled with 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’d like, 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 solve it himself, but he had to admit it. He was overworked. Tamara’s suggestion seemed practical. He took a deep breath and said, “Always thinking of 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 to Dr. Eponina. She confirmed it was indeed a deep coma. As for her physical condition, she couldn’t explain.”

He said they ran several tests over the years, but they didn’t find any answers. That’s precisely why they decided to transfer you here, hoping you’d gain a better understanding of 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.

Here 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 very careful study. It may take time.” He just nodded, frustrated. The doubt remained like a shadow that wouldn’t leave his mind.

Throughout the first month, the routine remained in that enigmatic cycle. Emanuel performed tests, analyzed reports, and compared results. But with each new exam, the finding was the same: Ricardo remained in a deep coma. Nothing indicated any neurological change. And even stranger, nothing explained why that body seemed to grow stronger and more toned, almost as if it were developing naturally.

That 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. Concerned, 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 a relationship 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 more, Tamara excitedly finished.

But if it’s really true, then I can only accept. 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 discreetly involved with someone and didn’t want to talk about it.

Still, the strangeness remained like a weight on her heart. Well, whatever happens, Tamara, I hope you have a peaceful pregnancy, but I also need to think about who can replace you when your leave comes. I’ll be responsible, primarily for caring for the patient in room 208.

It was at that moment that the nurse, still discreetly holding her stomach, 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, though he wasn’t entirely convinced.

Still, 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 revealing 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 had several opportunities to talk and work with her.

Violeta truly proved to be an exemplary nurse, and newer professionals often want to demonstrate dedication, to prove themselves. Besides, it won’t be 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 called Nurse Violeta to help care for Ricardo. And so she did. 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 inexplicable physical condition that troubled him. Tamara’s pregnancy, so sudden and surrounded by strangeness, also worried 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, day, or task. It could be something simple, like checking his blood pressure or just adjusting a sheet.

But the two 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 a matter of 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, one day, as he quietly approached, that he overheard a conversation that left him frozen.

From inside, Tamara spoke in a distressed tone. I can’t believe you feel the same, 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, put her hand to her stomach and answered with a broken voice. It wasn’t my fault, Tamara.

It just happened like it happened to you. Tamara retorted, her voice thick with desperation. It just so happens that they’re going to be suspicious, 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 is, if he wants the delivery to happen here at the hospital, when the children are born, they’re going to find out.

Emanuel, who remained hidden behind the door, felt his heart race. He thought to himself in shock. Another pregnant nurse, and 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 its presence. His cell phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a loud thud. With no way back, Emanuel pushed open the door and entered the room, trying to hide. At that 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 completed all of the patient’s daily examinations. Violeta added, adjusting her gown and avoiding looking directly at the doctor. “He remains stable, but unfortunately, there are no signs of improvement in his brain.” 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 quickly made up some kind 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 remained in 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 Violeta was indeed pregnant too, but he didn’t want to confront her directly. He feared that a blunt question would lead her to lie. So he preferred to act silently, observing, analyzing, and waiting for the right moment to reveal the secret those women were so closely guarded. 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’d intended. “Violeta, that’s not the problem. The problem is the fact that you’re 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 inexplicable pregnancies.

Still, after hearing the two insist that everything was normal and after saying they didn’t want to comment on the children’s fathers, she decided to try to put the matter aside. But there was no way out. The topic hammered relentlessly at her mind. And for some reason, every time she thought about the mysterious pregnancies, the image that emerged was always the same.

The patient in room 208, Ricardo. That’s when 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’s going on. Somehow, the patient in 208 is involved in this madness. He looked at Ricardo lying in the bed, motionless and serene, and murmured in a low voice, 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. Her 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 couldn’t bear to keep this inside any longer. The next day, she mustered up her courage. She asked the three nurses to go to room 208. Tamara was there, her stomach already very visible; Violeta was trying to hide her nausea; and Jessica was still frightened by her own positive result. Tamara, always attentive, went ahead.

“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 parents of those children? Silence reigned. The three nurses glanced quickly 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 story. The truth is, the three of us decided to do an independent production. 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 partner. That’s exactly what happened, Dr. Emanuel. The doctor remained silent for a few seconds, staring at each of them.

Outwardly, she pretended to accept the explanation, but inside, her certainty only grew. This wasn’t true. Something much bigger was hidden. Very well, but the next person working with Patient 208 will be a man, she said firmly. The three nurses looked at each other, hesitated, but nodded almost in unison. Tamara was the one who answered, “Okay, Doctor.

When that nurse arrives, we ourselves will teach you everything you need 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 purse.

He cautiously scanned it 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 stood a man. A man Emanuel knew very well.

He slowly looked up, 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 comatose patient, take the opportunity to click the like button, subscribe.

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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 where he had found it.

She didn’t want to arouse any suspicion. 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 stern-faced. “Did something happen, doctor? Something wrong with Ricardo?” she asked, placing her 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 responded 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 was heavy. He left and went to his 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 quietly. None of this makes sense. Tamara doesn’t look any younger in this photo. She looks exactly as she did today. And the image appears to have been taken recently.

How can he 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 pierced him like a knife. Tamara, of all people, had been the one who had arranged the entire transfer of the patient from room 208.

She, and only she, had spoken directly to Dr. Eponina. Emanuel jumped up determinedly. 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.

Her heart was racing, as if she already sensed something much bigger was about to be revealed. When she finally found the doctor, she showed her the photo on her 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 I not go to your 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 the one in the photo?” he questioned, almost breathless. Eponina looked at the image again 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 weak, frail, with atrophied muscles. He certainly didn’t have that physical appearance. 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. “Dr. Eponina, please don’t tell anyone what we discussed. 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, Dr. Emanuel. Whatever you need, I’ll be at your disposal. On the way back to the car, the doctor’s mind was racing.

He had already discovered that all the paperwork for patient 208’s admission had been signed by Tamara. His entire stay in the hospital was under her responsibility. Hurriedly pacing the halls of his own hospital, he later muttered to himself, as if each sentence was a reality check. She had 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 door of the room and took a deep breath, looking inside. There was Ricardo, motionless, so serene, his body

Inexplicably strong. Maybe this explains why she has that physique. Maybe, maybe she hasn’t been in a coma for 10 years, as I thought, but she’s been here for months now. Her muscles should be atrophying, but instead they seem increasingly defined. And with those pregnancies, I need to understand what’s happening before I go crazy. The decision was immediate.

Emanuel couldn’t allow the nurses to control access to the patient any longer. If he wanted answers, he’d 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.

While Tamara and the other nurses were having lunch, Dr. Emanuel took advantage of a 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 charts showed that the patient wasn’t in a deep coma, but rather in a state resembling deep sleep. There were clear, pulsating, active brain signals. More than that, the reports showed signs consistent with physical exercise, as if the man were constantly moving and maintaining his vitality.

Emanuel clutched 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’s been living an active life? This makes no sense. With each discovery, the story became stranger, more bizarre. Emanuel took a deep breath, closed his exams, and decided he needed to keep this a secret until he was certain.

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 will 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 each other 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 figure 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 to take over 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 to avoid attracting 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 have arrived. They continued to the door of the house, opened it casually, and entered.

I 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, strong, 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 nearly 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, suppressing 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 stop this.”

“I can’t stand this life of taking turns like this anymore. It’s dangerous. They’ll catch us soon.” The other man, sitting further back, agreed in the same loud, similar voice. That’s it. This farce can’t be sustained anymore. These in-and-outs at the hospital are becoming unsustainable.

As my brother said, sooner or later they’ll catch us, and then we’ll see. Tamara, trying to remain calm, responded quickly. “Don’t worry, we’re taking care of everything. Me, Violeta, and Jessica. There’s no way anyone can 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. She was right.

Something illegal was being plotted there. It was at that moment that the first man, the most agitated, raised his voice in anger. “The problem is continuing like this and ultimately all six of us going to jail.” Just then, Dr. Emanuel knew he was about to discover everything that had been weighing on 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, moving away from Tamara. He was pacing like someone exhausted from carrying an unbearable weight. “I know, Tamara, I know, but look, I can’t stand sleeping in that hospital bed anymore. 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 sacrificing ourselves too, 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 from a distance, his heart pounding. “You guys?” “How come?” “The patient from 208 is over there. I saw him before I left. He stayed with Jessica.” “Why are you talking like you’re the patient from 208?” “This doesn’t make any sense,” he thought, almost breathlessly. Then Tamara, in a low but firm voice, added, “Calm down, it’s only for a few more weeks.”

I’ve already got everything planned. 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 of hospital routine. Others, however, were revelations so shocking they left Emanuel stunned. After a while, Tamara clapped her hands 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, quickly got in, crouched down, and kept his eyes fixed on the front door. He watched as Tamara, Violeta, and Arturo left the house and headed toward the hospital. Inside the car, Emanuel began to put the pieces together.

If they’re using that shift system, then they’re not just twins. They’re triplets. But why? Why are they doing this? He gripped the steering 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’m going to go back to the hospital and put an end to this whole charade.

Tamara, the other nurses, and those guys—they’ll all have some explaining to do. They will. Wasting no time, she started the car and sped off toward the hospital. Shortly after, Tamara, Violeta, and Arturo were approaching from the back of the building, discreetly entering through a restricted-access hallway. At that same moment, inside room 208, Jessica looked at her cell phone and read a short message. Her eyes lit up.

“It’s time,” he murmured. He turned his gaze to Ricardo, who was lying motionless in bed. He approached, took two steps to the door, looked down the hall to make sure no one was coming, and then quickly closed the door from the inside. In a matter of seconds, he began to act with the skill of someone who had done it before.

He removed the devices that were supposedly keeping Ricardo alive, turning them off one by one. He took a syringe and filled it with a clear liquid, adrenaline. Without hesitation, he 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 hurry, Jessica’s already started the procedure,” Tamara said urgently. They didn’t notice that Emanuel was silently following a few feet behind them, hiding in the shadows, attentive to their every step.

Upon reaching the end of the service tunnel, there was a few knocks on a discreet door, almost camouflaged in the wall. The door opened, revealing Jessica and 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 our clothes quickly, and put me to bed 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 his hospital clothes, prepared to lie down in his place and receive another 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 laced with fury. “Stop now. No one will sleep until I know exactly what’s going on here.” The room froze. Both the pregnant nurses and the two mysterious men turned pale with shock. The air seemed to stand still.

The secret they’d been keeping so tightly 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 and staring 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 clasped together, 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 stand 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’ll tell him,” she said in a faint voice, and as if in a flashback that invaded her mind, the memories began to fall together like puzzle pieces. 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 gripped everyone. In the memory, everyone looked ahead. Too late.

A sharp blow, the impact, bodies flung. 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 at fault,” he said. Tamara and Violeta, who already had nursing training, 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 vital signs, felt the world spin as she answered.

“He’s dead,” she said. Despair gripped everyone. Ricardo began to repeat that he would be arrested, that it would ruin their lives. Jessica tried to assuage the fear with an explanation. “Calm down, all is not lost. It was an accident.” He ran in front of the car. “She said, trying to find a plausible way out.”

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 get through here. It’s the only way. He said, his eyes blazing with cold determination. Violet, 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 carry everything alone, he said. 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 reached them on television.

They had found the body. The police began an investigation, and evidence began to point ever closer to them. The fear increased. The nights turned into nightmares. In that climate of panic, Ricardo made a drastic decision. He gathered his girlfriend, his 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 steadfast. 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 transferred 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 jail. We can go on with our lives until we 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 turned into a plan: to have Dr. Eponina’s patient relocated to another location. In the meantime, Ricardo would take her 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 medication stolen by Tamara, he appeared to be in a coma. So, instead of going to jail, he would be hospitalized. Since Tamara and Violeta already worked at the hospital, it was enough to add Jessica, who was also finishing her training. Together, the three of them became accomplices, taking turns in bed with the triplets and overseeing the entire set.

The paperwork, the reports, all the bureaucracy was left in Tamara’s hands. That way, Dr. Emanuel would never suspect anything, but there was one detail none of them anticipated. By staying so close to their boyfriends, all three of them ended up getting pregnant. And that’s 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, this is nonsense,” he exclaimed, his voice breaking. Ricardo, now recovering from the sedation, raised his head 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 stomach, added.

We loved each other and made mistakes one after another until it 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 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’ll get worse. Silence fell over the room when Emanuel left the room. 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.

A man identical to him, but dressed in an elegant suit, appeared at his side. 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 on your case. We’re going to 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, studied the case calmly, 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, was meant 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. Desperate, he hid 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 Eustaquio’s talent, the sentence was commuted to community service. In the end, the triplets and the nurses were eternally grateful to the doctor and their lawyer brother. Emanuel looked at them and said firmly, “I deal every day with people trapped in their own bodies, trapped in a bed.

I could have kept you from being trapped in 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 both a warning and a piece of 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.

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