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A young nurse was caring for a man in a coma, but one day, when she removed the blanket, she was completely stunned by what she discovered…

A young nurse was caring for a man in a coma, but one day, when she pulled back the blanket, she was completely stunned by what she discovered…

In the quiet, spotless corridors of a hospital, a novice nurse had been tending to a man who had fallen into a deep coma after a serious car accident. Day after day, she cleaned him, spoke to him, and clung to the hope that he might one day wake up.

But nothing could have prepared her for the revelation she was about to make—a secret so shocking it would call into question everything she thought she knew about the man lying before her.

Her daily routine was well established: adjusting the IV lines, checking the monitors, and carefully washing Hector’s motionless body.

She had grown used to the silence, filling it with her own stories, never expecting any kind of response. And yet, there was something different about this man, something that made him seem more than just another patient.

The way his fingers twitched ever so slightly when she touched them, or how the heart monitor almost seemed to sync with the sound of her voice—it was as if, somehow, he was listening.

But one quiet evening, as she lifted the blanket to begin her usual routine, her breath caught in her chest…

The nurse froze, her trembling hands slowly pulling the blanket higher. What she saw made her blood run cold. On his arm, hidden until now beneath the fabric, was a distinctive tattoo glinting under the dim light of the room.

It was a strange symbol: a serpent coiled around a sword, accompanied by words she couldn’t decipher. But that wasn’t what paralyzed her. She recognized the tattoo.

In an instant, a memory surfaced—her brother, Jackson, showing her that very same design years ago. He had told her it marked his membership in a mysterious group, a kind of secret society known as The Watchers, rumored to wield hidden influence in certain circles of power.

Jackson had vanished two years earlier, never revealing all the details of the organization.

Now, seeing that same tattoo on Hector—the unconscious man lying in her hospital bed—sent a shiver through her entire body. Was this just a coincidence? Or was there a hidden link between Hector and her missing brother?

A cold dread washed over her. If Hector truly belonged to The Watchers, then everything she thought she knew had just collapsed.

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