Pasarian and Etherton's Passports

When she got to the hospital, there was not a soul outside. Strange. Inside, everything was quiet, almost empty. Delia Asia Vieira walked into the spacious hall and approached the reception. A woman in a nurse's coat was sitting at the counter, looking at a monitor.

"Hello," Delia Asia Vieira said, her voice soft but firm. "I'd like to know about the condition of the patient, the girl I helped. She was admitted here a few hours ago. Her condition is critical."

The nurse looked up, but there was no surprise or alarm on her face.

"We don't have any records of new patients," she said flatly. "Perhaps you have the wrong hospital."

Delia Asia Vieira frowned, her synthetic eyes narrowing. This was strange. The girl was on the brink of life and death, and she definitely should have been here. Why had nothing registered? She looked around, trying to find any signs of activity in the hospital.

"I'm sure she came here," Delia Asia Vieira insisted. "This girl was seriously injured, I saved her from the fire."

The nurse looked at her again, a little irritated, and said in a restrained voice:

"I can't help you. Maybe you should check another hospital."

Delia Asia Vieira sighed and decided not to continue the conversation with the nurse. Her intuition told her that she had not received all the information. She turned and headed down the hallway to find out what exactly had happened to the girl.

However, before she had even taken a few steps, a man in a white coat approached her. He was of medium height, with short dark hair and a serious expression. His gaze was intense, and despite the fact that he was not wearing a badge, Delia Asia Vieira guessed that he was one of the doctors.

"Excuse me," he said, stopping her in her tracks. "I'm Dr. Warren. How can I help you?"

Delia Asia Vieira looked at him, her voice firm despite her confusion.

"I came to inquire about a patient. A girl I saved. She came here with burns, and I need to know how she is. Her condition," she brought her hands to her chest, as if trying to convey the gravity of the situation. "Please tell me."

Dr. Warren looked at her carefully, but his gaze did not change.

"Sorry, but we haven't had any new patients with these symptoms. Perhaps you've got the wrong hospital or time," he said, not showing the slightest concern. His eyes were cold, his expression unreadable.

Delia Asia Vieira felt her internal mechanisms start to sound alarms. Something was wrong. A lie, perhaps, or something far more sinister. She didn't believe the doctor. No, this couldn't be an accident.

"I know for sure that this girl came here. What's wrong with her? Why are there no records?" Her voice became more and more insistent.

Warren shook his head slowly, then took a step back as if trying to distance himself.

"You may have the wrong hospital," he repeated, this time with obvious irritation. "We can't help you if there are no official records."

With no more time to talk, Delia Asia Vieira turned around. She trusted Dr. Warren. His words were too inconsistent, his calm too strange for such a tense moment. Someone was hiding something, and she was ready to find out who and why. She couldn't afford to leave without answers, especially after what she had gone through with that girl.

She stood up and headed for the elevator, deciding to go up to the second floor of the hospital. Her entire mindset was to find the truth, and if necessary, she was ready to break through all the walls to get it. The elevator was empty, and the doors closed with a soft sound. Delia Asia Vieira watched as the numbers on the panel began to change, showing the way up. With each floor, her anxiety grew. What was on the second floor? Why couldn't they find the girl there?

The elevator finally stopped and the doors opened. The hallway was silent, but the air seemed tense. Delia Asia Vieira took a few steps, looking around. The old walls, the sterile white color, the empty chairs - nothing foreshadowed danger. But the further she walked, the more she felt the strange atmosphere of this place.

Suddenly, she heard a sharp step behind her. Turning around, she noticed a nurse walking down the hallway towards her. She was dressed in a standard medical gown, but something about her movements seemed suspicious to robotess.

The nurse came closer and, without saying a word, abruptly pulled a revolver from under her robe. Delia Asia Vieira reacted instantly, her mechanisms instantly adapting to the situation. She jumped to the side, moving out of the line of fire.

"You can't do that!" Delia Asia Vieira cried, but the nurse silently approached, taking aim.

Delia Asia Vieira knew she didn't have much time. She jumped back again, quickly noticing the nearby stairs leading down. She rushed towards them, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, even though she didn't have a physical heart. At this point, all she needed was speed and focus.

The nurse didn't lag behind. Every step Delia took was accompanied by shots, but the robotess moved so fast that the bullets only pierced the air behind her. She jumped off the stairs and found herself in another corridor of the hospital.

"I need to find the girl..." she thought, running along the empty corridors.

And then, at the end of the corridor, she noticed something strange: a large mirror, located right on the wall. It was strangely polished, and a barely noticeable light passed through it. Delia Asia Vieira could not look away. Coming closer, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. The reflection in the mirror did not match her position - it was different, as if the mirror itself was in a different place.

Her hands instinctively reached for the surface, and at that moment she saw it - the same girl she had saved. The girl was standing on the other side of the mirror, wearing the same brown dress that Delia Asia Vieira had seen before. However, her face was pale, and her eyes were empty. As if the girl was not quite of this world.