The officers dragged me out of the security booth while the entire hospital parking lot was flashing red and blue.
“I told you, I never left my post tonight.”
No one answered.
The supervisor was already standing beside the surveillance monitor, reviewing footage frame by frame.
On screen, I appeared near the elevator entrance at 1:42 a.m.
Then again near the emergency exit at 1:45 a.m.
But I shook my head immediately.
“That’s impossible. I was inside the booth the entire time.”
One officer turned to me.
“Then explain the footage.”
The hospital supervisor zoomed in again.
The figure on screen wore my uniform.
Same cap.
Same jacket.
But the walking pattern was slightly different.
He paused the video.
“You see this?”
“That’s not standard patrol movement.”
Before I could respond, another technician entered the room with a backup drive.
“We recovered secondary camera footage from the elevator shaft system.”
The screen switched.
This time, it showed the patient being transported into the basement parking area earlier that night.
Unconscious.
Surrounded by medical staff.
Then the timeline shifted again.
My figure appeared near the same corridor minutes later.
But something felt off.
The timing didn’t match the patrol log.
The officer frowned.
“Your ID was logged in that zone.”
“I never scanned that area.”
The supervisor zoomed further into the footage.
The camera angle showed someone accessing the emergency control panel near the elevator system.
Not me.
But someone dressed almost identically.
A silence spread across the room.
The officer lowered his voice.
“Who else has access to your uniform storage?”
The supervisor didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he rewound the footage once more.
And this time…
the entire timeline began to look like it had been rewritten on purpose.
