I began working late night shifts since we're open 24/7 being the only hospital in the area for miles, I remember the first shift I had I was assigned to an area where there were little rooms occupied. Basically, I had the job where I gave medicine out to patients and made sure lights were out; there was a psychiatric ward on the floor below, so every so often I'd be able to hear shouting and the stuff you'd usually expect from places like that. The room I had been assigned to stay close by, belonged to a boy named Bailey Eltman who was maybe around 8 years old. His parents are were long gone, ditched him in a motel where the maids found him. He coded several times, followed by multiple grand mal seizures. As far as I'm aware they took an MRI, ekg, urine & blood tests, you name it. Nothing came up of it. He's been in an unexplainable coma ever since, but since he was in that condition I had to come in and change the bag attached to his catheter. Gross, I know, I was the pee-bag changer and all my coworkers reminded me. They'd done nastier shit, but it was the most fun we had around this place when we weren't sitting around for hours bored as hell. A week after Bailey came in was when things went to shit, the skin around his face, hands, and lower abdomen began developing this leathery ash color as if he'd been playing in soot. It was similar to a skin condition known as vitiligo, but this wasn't anything like we'd seen. At first the doctors thought it was gangrene or tissue death; then they moved onto muscle death, and so on. There was no logical explanation, for that too. There was more unexplainable shit when we tried to look through his parents files, they went missing and weren't recorded elsewhere either. We filed a police report, tried checking cameras, etc. A month after, patients all around the same floor as Bailey began to develop unrelated symptoms to whatever previous they'd had. Severe nightmares, panic attacks, seizures, and in worse cases their flesh around the hands and feet decayed as if they were corpses. The first victim to this was a 3-year-old girl named Natasha Fischer, she had leukemia and was in for a few days while on treatment so doctors could see how she responded to it. Came in maybe around midnight to see how she was checking in, coworkers had found that up to both her elbows her arms were decaying away and the skin was peeling away down to the bone. This was followed by this mass hysteric mindset, every single person affected by this would lose all self-conscious thought except for the few words they'd say: "wake up."
It's been 3 months since then, people have been quitting very quickly and I've been one of the last nurses around working. I can't feel my left arm anymore, the night before it's been hurting like hell and my fingernails stopped growing back. All the patients who've been affected are dead, Bailey's the only one left and he's still in a coma.
I can't write much longer now, I'm getting really tired. I think I hear him, I hear Bailey. I'm outside his room now, I can feel his presence as if he's standing right beside me but he isn't. It's like he's sucking the energy out of me.
