Day 1 - 09:00 AM

"That's a good meal..." I mumbled, pat my full stomach while taking a see-through lift to the first floor after decided to take a look of this hospital.

Sacred Heart Hospital, one of many Catholic Hospital in this state, located on a hill, creating cool air and a refreshing atmosphere during the day. The hospital's modern architecture was impressive to say the least. As I go down with my IV pole in tow, I couldn't help but marvel at how different this place felt compared to other medical facilities I'd been in. The floors were polished to a shine, the walls painted in calming neutral tones, and natural light flooded through large windows at every turn. Everything screamed state-of-the-art. The facilities in this place are just as good: gym and pool for rehab; some restaurants at ground floor for visitors, escalators and lifts installed, no painstakingly stairs except Emergency one, high-speed Wi-Fi installed on every corner of the place, all using new tech both in computer and medical equipment; from the touchscreen directories to the sleek automatic doors, full playground for any children here who admitted like me so they can't bored, even their ambulances is free.

If only my phone didn't broke... I thought irritated when remember what happened yesterday. Some uni guys decided to drive recklessly after partying that night, skidded sideways and hit me, who just waited the crossing light turn green, send me few meters airborne and hit against the wall. Luckily my body just had some bruises but unluckily my left arm snapped that now have cast around it, hanging on arm sling; and my phone obliterated to nothing.

It’s true, there’s a wide choice of cable TV channels here, but as the modern man who my main entertainment on my phone quickly find those boring, and if I want to play games, all of that on my Laptop at my apartment and I have no ways to contact someone right now, so for now I cut off from outside for a while until one of my coworker decided to visit later.

"Haah....." I let out a tired sigh before decided to brush it off as the lift finally arrived at the first floor. "Think this as my day off I guess." I said before stepped out from the lift and drag my IV pole with my right hand, walk towards main lobby, which I greeted by bustling atmosphere. The waiting area was packed - families clustered together, elderly patients being guided by attentive nurses, and the constant flow of people coming and going through the automatic entrance.

"Code Blue, ER Wing 2!" A voice crackled over the intercom, followed by the rapid thump-thump-thump of footsteps as medical staff rushed past. A gurney burst through the automatic doors, paramedics in blue uniforms shouting vital signs to the nurse who met them at the entrance. "Male, forty-two, possible MI - BP dropping fast!" The patient on the stretcher groaned weakly as they wheeled him toward the emergency wing with practiced urgency.

Near the entrance, an elderly woman with a cane was being helped by a young nurse who couldn't have been more than twenty-five. "Easy now, Mrs. Patterson," the nurse said gently, her arm supporting the old woman's elbow. "Let's get you to cardiology, nice and slow." Her voice was soft, patient, and genuinely caring.

"No wonder people claim this place is one of the best hospitals in the state," I murmured under my breath, my eyes scanning the waiting area. The groups sitting there seemed content despite the wait, chatting amongst themselves about how well-maintained everything was and how helpful the staff had been.

But something else caught my attention - something I hadn't quite registered when admitted here yesterday until now.

Every single staff member was female.

The security guard near the entrance was a tall, athletic-looking woman in her thirties with short-cropped hair and tired eyes. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, her shoulders slouched as she stood by the door, barely managing a lazy wave at incoming visitors. "Welcome to Sacred Heart…" she mumbled, her voice flat and monotonous.

At the reception desk, a busty bob cut blonde nurse with glasses was typing away on her computer, her expression serious and focused. When a patient approached with a question, she looked up and answered curtly, "Room 504, take the elevator to the third floor, turn left." No nonsense, no wasted words - just pure efficiency.

Nearby, a cheerful-looking nun-nurse knelt down to speak with a young boy who was clutching a teddy bear. Her smile was radiant, her voice sing-song as she said, "Don't worry, sweetie! The doctor is super nice, and you'll be all done before you know it!" The boy's face lit up, and he nodded eagerly.

Another nurse walked past Brian, her scrubs stretched tight across her ample chest, a clipboard clutched in her hand. She had that exhausted look - eyebags dark and prominent - but she still managed to give me a polite nod as she passed. "Morning," she said quietly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness.

I couldn't help but overhear the conversation from a group sitting in the waiting area. "Man, have you seen the staff here?" one guy whispered to his friend, nudging him with his elbow. "They're all gorgeous! Like, every single one of them!"

His friend chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, and they're all professional too. It's like they hire models to work here or something." He leaned back in his chair, grinning. "If I gotta be sick somewhere, might as well be surrounded by beautiful women, right?"

A third man in the group, older and more reserved, shook his head with a smirk. "You two are shameless. But… yeah, I gotta admit, it's a nice view." He glanced around, his eyes lingering on a petite nurse who was helping an elderly man into a wheelchair. "Plus, the care is top-notch. Can't complain about that."

I nodded slightly, agreeing with their assessment. The women here were beautiful - strikingly so - and they all carried themselves with professionalism despite their varied personalities. Some looked tired, some grumbled under their breath, some smiled warmly, but all of them were dedicated to their work.

It was almost… too perfect.

The thought nagged at me as I stood there, leaning on his IV pole and watching the organized chaos of the hospital around him. Why are they all female? I wondered, my gaze drifting across the lobby. Is that some kind of policy? Or just a coincidence?

The automatic doors slid open again, letting in a gust of fresh air and the distant sound of birdsong from the hill outside. The morning sun was bright and warm, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Everything about Sacred Heart Hospital screamed safety, comfort, and healing.

And noticeably, I see some of them have same gold-laminating paper stick on their pants pocket, scrub pocket and mostly not. As I ask Hailey who many capacity here and how many residents working here and she said with kind smile:

"We have hundred bed for this hospital, all same class, VIP. And…" She tapped her chin to calculate the number, "probably 300-ish, including staff, janitors, top managements and Mother Superior herself, I guess?" She said before excused and left the room.

The ground floor bustled with activity as Brian stood there, processing what Hailey had told me. Three hundred female staff members. All working in this sprawling hospital complex. The sheer scale of it was staggering, and yet everything ran like clockwork - efficient, professional, and immaculate.

My eyes caught sight of those golden tickets again - small flashes of laminated paper peeking out from various pockets as nurses and staff walked past. Not everyone had them, but enough did that it couldn't just be a coincidence. What are those things? The question gnawed at me, but before I could dwell on it further, a commanding presence drew my attention.

Mother Superior Margaret Thérèse walked through the hospital corridor like she owned the place - which, in a sense, she did. At fifty years old, she was a striking woman despite her age. Her face carried the stern beauty of someone who had spent decades balancing compassion with discipline, her sharp gray eyes peering over chained reading glasses that hung from her neck. Those eyes missed nothing - they swept over every detail, every person, every piece of equipment with the scrutiny of someone who demanded perfection.

Her habit was pristine white, the traditional garb of her order, but over it she wore a doctor's coat that did little to conceal her voluptuous figure. Her breasts were massive, straining against the fabric with each step she took, creating a subtle jiggle that drew eyes whether she wanted it or not. At 178 cm tall, she commanded respect through presence alone, her posture straight and authoritative.

Behind her trailed a small entourage - three medical students clutching notebooks and tablets, two nurses with clipboards, and a younger doctor who looked like she was taking mental notes of everything Mother Superior said. They moved as a unit through the hospital, stopping at various rooms to check on patients.

"Bed fourteen, post-op appendectomy," Mother Superior said curtly, her voice carrying that no-nonsense tone that made everyone snap to attention. "Status?"

One of the nurses quickly flipped through her clipboard. "Stable, Mother Superior. Vitals are good, no signs of infection. Patient is scheduled for discharge tomorrow pending final lab results."

"Good." Mother Superior nodded once, her expression unchanging. "And bed seventeen? The pneumonia case?"

"Improving," the young doctor spoke up, her voice slightly nervous under Mother Superior's gaze. "Chest X-ray shows clearing of fluid, oxygen saturation is back to normal range—"

"Speak clearly, Doctor Hayes," Mother Superior interrupted, her tone sharp but not unkind. "Confidence is part of healing. If you sound unsure, your patients will be unsure."

"Y-Yes, Mother Superior." Doctor Hayes straightened up, clearing her throat. "The patient is responding well to antibiotics and should be ready for discharge in three days."

"Better." Mother Superior's lips twitched in what might have been approval before she turned to continue her rounds.

As they walked past me, I caught snippets of conversation from a group of patients sitting nearby - men who had clearly been here longer than I had.

"That's Mother Superior for you," one guy muttered to his friend, watching her retreating form with a mix of respect and something else Brian couldn't quite place. "She's been running this place for over twenty years. Best damn director and head doctor this hospital's ever had."

His friend nodded, eyes lingering on Mother Superior's swaying hips as she walked away. "Yeah, but man… she's scary. I heard she once kicked out a patient for sexually harassing one of the nurses. Didn't even give him a second chance - just had security throw him out right then and there."

A third man, older and balding, leaned in with a knowing smirk. "Don't mess with Mother Superior," he said quietly. "She's got zero tolerance for bullshit. But if you're respectful and follow the rules? She'll move heaven and earth to make sure you get better."

"Still though…" the first guy trailed off, his eyes following her figure before shaking his head. "It's hard not to notice how… stacked she is under that habit."

The group chuckled awkwardly before one of them noticed Brian watching them. "Hey kid," the older man called out. "You new here?"

I nodded slowly, still leaning on my IV pole. "Yeah, yesterday."

"Word of advice," the man continued with a wide grin. "Enjoy your stay. This place is… special." His tone carried an odd weight to it - like he knew something I didn't.

Meanwhile, Mother Superior had stopped at another room down the hall, her stern voice echoing slightly as she asked about patient charts and schedules. She turned slightly to address the nurse beside her who held the clipboard filled with today's schedule.

"Sister Maria," she said briskly, adjusting her glasses as she glanced at the clipboard over the nurse's shoulder. "What do we have for surgical schedules this afternoon?"

Sister Maria - a younger nun-nurse in her late twenties with soft features and an earnest expression - quickly scanned the paper. "Two surgeries scheduled for 2 PM and 4 PM respectively: one gallbladder removal and one hernia repair."

Mother Superior nodded curtly. "And our night shift coverage?"

"Fully staffed as always," Sister Maria replied dutifully.

"Good." Mother Superior's tone was efficient but carried an undercurrent of something… else? It was hard to tell with someone so controlled in their demeanor.

The entourage moved on, their footsteps fading down the corridor as they continued their rounds with military precision.

I stood there in the lobby, watching them go as that same nagging feeling returned - stronger this time.

Three hundred women working here... all beautiful... all professional... all female...

And those golden tickets tucked into pockets like little secrets waiting to be uncovered.