All the nurses who cared for Ricardo, a man in a coma for over a decade, began showing signs of pregnancy one after another. Dr. Emanuel, the physician in charge, was baffled. He decided to install a hidden camera in the hospital room, and what he discovered left him stunned. Desperate, he called the authorities. Something was happening that no one could explain.
“I… I feel sick, dizzy…” Nurse Jessica mumbled, pressing her hand to her mouth. Her breathing was shallow, almost panicked. In a rush, she bolted down the corridor toward the bathroom, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the hospital halls. Dr. Emanuel froze, tension tightening his chest as he followed the scene with anxious eyes.
Room 208 held Ricardo, motionless in his coma for more than ten years. The silence felt heavier than usual. “My God, please don’t let it be what I’m fearing,” Emanuel whispered to himself. He scanned the monitors, wires, and machines beside the bed, looking for some rational explanation.
Minutes later, Jessica returned, her face calmer but her eyes betraying unease. “Feeling better, Jessica?” Emanuel asked. She nodded slowly. “I had a wave of dizziness and nausea… I just needed a moment.” Emanuel’s concern didn’t fade; something about this situation felt wrong.
Despite her unease, Jessica tried to continue with her duties. As she reached to adjust Ricardo’s IV, a sharp pain hit her abdomen. She doubled over, vomiting onto the cold, sterile floor.
“Doctor, I’m so sorry… it came suddenly,” she said, embarrassed. Emanuel quickly supported her, holding her steady. “Jessica, you’re not okay. Tell me what’s happening.”
“I’m fine, really… just nausea,” she insisted weakly. But Emanuel wasn’t convinced. He guided her to his office. “Focus on yourself. Nurse Tamara will manage Ricardo for now. We need to figure out the cause of this.”
A few minutes later, Nurse Tamara entered. She smiled warmly, but her belly revealed about five months of pregnancy. Emanuel explained the situation, assigning her to care for Ricardo temporarily. Tamara glanced at Jessica, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding, then turned her attention back to the patient.
In the office, Emanuel examined Jessica. “Doctor, are you sure this is necessary? It’s nothing serious,” she protested.
“I’ve noticed repeated episodes of nausea and dizziness among nurses caring for Ricardo,” Emanuel explained. “We need to be thorough.”
Jessica shook her head. “I’m not pregnant… I don’t even have a boyfriend. There’s no way.”
Emanuel was patient but firm. “We need to confirm it. A test is the only way.”
Reluctantly, Jessica allowed him to conduct a rapid test. The result was unmistakable: positive. Jessica froze, denying it at first. “It’s impossible…” she whispered.
Emanuel’s gaze was steady. “Jessica, you’re the third nurse assigned to room 208 who has experienced this. Tamara, Violeta… all of you. Who is the father? What’s happening when I’m not here?”
Fear overcame Jessica. “I… I don’t know, doctor. It doesn’t make sense. I shouldn’t even be pregnant!” She rushed out, leaving Emanuel deep in thought.
Later, Emanuel entered room 208 and froze. Tamara and Violeta were both present, each showing obvious signs of pregnancy. Ricardo lay motionless in his bed, a man supposedly in a coma for ten years, yet somehow his body appeared strong and healthy. The mystery grew unbearable.
“Who is responsible for this?” Emanuel demanded. The nurses exchanged a charged look, silent, hands instinctively resting on their bellies.
To understand, one needed to go back months earlier. When Ricardo arrived at the hospital, he was a man in a deep coma, yet physically perfect—strong, healthy, and seemingly untouched by years of inactivity. Dr. Emanuel, renowned for his work with comatose patients, assigned Tamara as his primary nurse, unknowingly setting the stage for the mystery to unfold.
As months passed, every nurse assigned to Ricardo began to experience strange symptoms, culminating in pregnancy. When Tamara herself began feeling unwell, tests confirmed the unthinkable: she, too, was pregnant—yet had no romantic partner, no sexual contact.
“I… I don’t understand how this happened,” Tamara admitted, holding her belly. “It’s a gift, doctor, but I don’t know the cause.”
Emanuel was unsettled but cautious. “We need a backup nurse during your pregnancy,” he advised. Tamara nodded. “Violeta can assist. I’ll train her if needed.”
The enigma of Ricardo’s room—why every nurse who cared for him became pregnant, seemingly without explanation—remained unsolved. It was a phenomenon defying logic, science, and reason, and it was only the beginning of a story that would forever haunt Dr. Emanuel and his team.