“All the nurses caring for a man in a coma started getting pregnant one after the other, leaving the supervising doctors completely shocked. But when the doctor installed a hidden camera in the patient’s room to see what was really happening in his absence—they were horrified by what they saw, and had to call the police…”
At first, Dr. Raghav Mehra thought it was just a coincidence.

It was not unusual for nurses to be pregnant—hospitals are full of life and death, and people seek comfort wherever they get the chance.

Aditya Sharma, 27, had been in a coma for more than two years — he had a horrific car accident in Mumbai.

His case had become a silent tragedy among the staff of Shantideep Hospital.

A young man—a calm, wounded face—who never woke up.

Her family sent flowers every holiday.

The nurses often said that he looked very calm.

But no one expected anything other than silence.

Until a rule was made.

Every pregnant nurse was hired to take care of Aditya for a long time.

They all worked night shifts—room 208-C.

And they all insisted that no relationship in their lives could be the reason for their pregnancy.

Some were married, some were not—but all were equally confused, embarrassed, and scared.

Initially, rumors spread throughout the hospital—strange guesses:

Hormonal reactions, medication mistakes, even some kind of environmental contamination.

But the neurologist in charge, Dr Raghav Mehra, could not find a good reason.

All of Aditya’s tests were normal:

Vital sign stable, very little brain activity, no physical movement.

But… The coincidences grew. When the fifth nurse—a quiet woman named Neha Verma—came into her office with tears in her eyes, a positive test, and swearing that she had not been in contact with anyone for months—Raghav’s suspicions finally began to subside.

“I’ve always believed in science. ”

But the hospital management was demanding answers.

The media was also picking up on this story.

And the nurses—filled with fear and shame—began to plead with Aditya to leave the room.

That’s when Dr. Mehra made a decision that changed everything.

One Friday afternoon, after the last nurse’s shift was over, he went to room 208-C alone.

There was a faint scent of disinfectant and lavender in the air.

Aditya lay motionless as usual—the machines beeping incessantly by the bedside.

Raghav checked the camera—small, small, hidden under the fan directly on the side of the bed.

The recording began—and for the first time in years, he walked out of the room… Afraid of what he was going to find.

Raghav Mehra closed the door from outside and sat on the long bench in the corridor. My heart was pounding. He realized for the first time that what is not written in science books also exists in the world.
The camera was recording.

At around two o’clock in the night, something changed on the screen.

Aditya Sharma’s finger…
Hilly.

Raghav opened his eyes in shock.
“No… It could be muscle spasm,” she told herself.

But then…
Aditya’s eyelids quivered.

The beeps of the machines were the same, the brain waves were the same—yet his face…
It’s like waking up.

And then the door opened.

The night shift nurse—Anamika—came in.
There was no fatigue on his face.
No fear either.

Rather… A strange silence.

He locked the door.

Raghav caught his breath.

Anamika went to Aditya and said softly,
“It’s too late today… Sorry. ”

Aditya’s lips…
Move.

“You’ve come,”
the voice was low, broken…
But there was a voice.

Raghav’s fingers trembled.

Anamika smiled.
“Yes… Like I come every night. ”

She touched the IV line—but didn’t change the medication.
Then he sat by the bed and held Aditya’s hand.

And then…
Aditya grabbed her hand tightly.

It wasn’t a reflex.
It was the catch.

Anamika closed her eyes.
“Don’t be afraid… I am. ”

Raghav stood up from his chair.
“It’s impossible…” He muttered.

On the screen, Aditya opened his eyes—not completely, but enough to see the face in front of him.

“Do you remember,” he said,
“the first night?”

Anamika’s face changed.
“Don’t remind…”

Aditya smiled.
“You were crying. ”

Tears started falling from Anamika’s eyes.
“I was alone… And you…”
He looked around.
“You were silent… But they were listening. ”

Lightning struck Raghav’s mind.

They were listening.

Aditya said softly,
“I didn’t sleep, Anamika.
I was off. ”

Anamika began to tremble.
“The doctor says you can’t feel anything…”

Aditya’s fingers tightened on his wrist.
“Doctors don’t know much. ”

Raghav stepped back.
His brain was screaming—
locked-in syndrome.

Full sense.
Absolute pain.
All the time.

But what happened next…
It wasn’t medical.

Anamika said softly,
“When I touched you… So you… Answered. ”

There was something dark in Aditya’s voice.
“Because you wanted me to answer. ”

There was silence in the room.

Anamika whispered,
“I wasn’t alone, was I?”

Aditya nodded.
“No one was alone. ”

A chill ran down Raghav’s spine.

Flashback-like scenes appeared on the screen —
different nurses.
Different nights.
The same room.

And every time…
Aditya’s eyes were open.

“It’s rape…”
Raghav’s voice broke.

But then Aditya said,
“No. ”

Raghav shouted,
“What do you mean?!”

There were tears in Aditya’s eyes.
“They didn’t touch me…
I didn’t stop them. ”

Anamika burst into tears.
“We thought you were nothing…
A body…”

Aditya’s voice became heavy.
“And I thought…
At least someone is watching me. ”

Raghav fell on the chair.

The camera was recording everything.

Just then, there was a siren outside the door.

Police.

But the truth…
It wasn’t fully open yet.

Because Aditya said the last thing—

“Doctor Mehra…
You think the kids are because of me?”

Raghav raised his head.
“And because of whom?!”

Aditya’s eyes…
Smiled.

“Because of them…”

And a shadow appeared on the screen—
in the corner of the room.
Where there was no human being.

The machines suddenly began to beep faster.

And the camera…
Shut down automatically.

The camera suddenly stopped, but no machine was needed to record what was going to happen in the room. The beeps of the machines were now random, as if the heartbeat was not heard but the heartbeat of something else. Raghav Mehra opened the door with trembling hands and entered the room. His eyes went straight to the corner—where the shadow appeared on the screen. There was nothing. No shadows, no movements. Only the air… Which was unnaturally cold.

Anamika was sitting on the floor, head held in both hands. “That… She was always standing here,” she said, sobbing.
“Who?” Raghav’s voice had dried up.
“First nurse,” Anamika whispered. “Shilpa.” ”

Raghav’s heart sank. Shilpa — the nurse who first reported her pregnancy. The same one who… He had committed suicide.

Aditya’s breathing suddenly quickened. His eyes were wide open—for the first time, after two full years. “Doctor,” he said in a heavy voice, “you ever asked… Why did he give up his life?”

Raghav didn’t say anything.

“Because he understood the truth,” Aditya said. “And the truth… Humans can’t stand it. ”

The room lights flickered. Shadows appeared on the wall—clear this time. The figure of a woman. Hair open, in a nurse’s uniform. His stomach… Unnaturally embossed.

Anamika screamed. “She’s here!”

Aditya closed his eyes. “I stopped him,” he said softly. “I said—don’t stay here. But he felt… If she leaves, everyone else will be considered crazy. ”

The shadow moved forward. The air in the room became heavy. The same word flashed again and again on the screens of the machines—PREGNANT.

Raghav stepped back. “This… How is this possible? No paranormal entity… Biological pregnancy—”

“It’s not pregnancy,” Aditya interrupted her. “It’s a transfer. ”

The shadow stretched out his hand towards Aditya’s chest. At that moment, Aditya screamed loudly—a cry that could not have come from a man in a coma. His monitor line straightened.

Beep.

Beep.

Then—a long, flat voice.

Anamika kept screaming. Raghav became numb.

And shadows… Slowly it was absorbed into Aditya’s body.

Everything calmed down.

A few seconds later—the monitors started running again.

Aditya’s eyes opened.

But now…
He was not Aditya.

He looked straight at Raghav and smiled. The same smile… Which was in Shilpa’s file photo.

“Do you understand now, Doctor?” was the woman’s voice. “We weren’t dead. We just needed space. ”

Raghav’s voice stuck in his throat. “Baby…?”

“Memory,” she said. “Our memories. Our pain. They weren’t children—they were witnesses. ”

The police entered the room at that moment. What they saw… It was never fully documented in the report.

The cause of Aditya Sharma’s death was stated to be brain failure.
Nurses’ Pregnancy—Mass Hysteria and Psychosomatic Disorder.
Hospital—Seal.

But Raghav Mehra did not resign.

He handed himself over to the police.

Because on the last night, when he was alone, he found a positive pregnancy test on his desk.

और उसके कानों में एक फुसफुसाहट गूँजी—

“Now you’ll see…
As we saw. ”

Sometimes, the biggest crime is not touching.
The greatest crime is
not to do anything even after seeing it.

And some truths…
They are not buried.
They just… They change their bodies.

Finished.