Visiting the Hospital Archives
A few days later, I found myself standing before the hospital, the card in hand. ‘Let’s see what history has for us,’ I whispered, a mix of nerves and thrill stirring inside.
Surprisingly, the receptionist was kind, granting me access to the archives. ‘Ask for Nancy; she’ll help you out,’ she smiled.
Down echoing hallways, I ventured into a room filled with the scent of old paper, ready to unearth whatever secrets lay in wait.