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"You're diagnosing the living?"

Elara clutched the key. For the first time in years, she felt less like a ghost herself.

The Nurse Ghost glided past the rusted gurneys and stopped at what used to be Station 4. She flipped a phantom page. Scratched a phantom note. Then she looked up—directly at Elara. Nurse Ghost Fuck - System Creature - Nurse- Cre...

"I call it surviving," Elara whispered.

The hospital on Ward 13 had been shuttered for eleven years, but the janitorial staff still heard the squeak of rubber-soled shoes at 3:00 AM. "You're diagnosing the living

"Mr. Hendricks," the ghost said, her voice a whisper of sterile gauze and distant rain. "You're running a fever of 102. And you haven't updated your advanced directive."

The Nurse Ghost stepped forward. Her touch was cold as a stethoscope left on a metal counter. She placed two spectral fingers on Elara's wrist. "Tachycardia. Low magnesium. Loneliness, grade three." She sighed—a sound like a deflating blood pressure cuff. "I was programmed to heal. The hospital died, but the creature of my duty didn't. So I walk these halls, filing reports on the living who wander in." She flipped a phantom page

The Nurse Ghost straightened her cap. "Go home, dear. Take a bath. Call your mother. That's not entertainment—that's maintenance. And you are a system too. Every creature is."