Panic hit like a bomb. Nurses ran. Doors slammed. Sirens screamed through the quiet morning as a hospital—the place meant to save lives—suddenly became a hunting ground. A young man lay bleeding, shot twice, while terrified staff hid behind desks and supply carts. Outside, bullets tore through the cold air, one slamming into a parked ca…
Officers swarmed the area, weapons drawn, scanning for a threat that had already vanished into the morning. Inside, doctors who had treated countless gunshot wounds suddenly realized how close they had come to becoming patients themselves. The 25-year-old victim, hit twice in the arm, survived. But the quiet after the gunfire felt different—heavier, more fragile—as everyone there understood how quickly normal life can be ripped apart by five shots in a parking lot.
