Visiting the Hospital Archives
A few days later, I stood before the hospital, the card clutched in my hand. “Let’s see what history has for us,” I whispered, a mix of nerves and excitement stirring within. To my surprise, the receptionist was kind and helpful. “Ask for Nancy; she’ll assist you,” she smiled warmly. I made my way down echoing hallways to a room filled with the scent of aging paper, ready to uncover whatever secrets awaited.
Visiting The Hospital Archives
Searching Through Old Records
Inside the archives, dusty folders and records lined the shelves as Nancy, a seasoned staff member, directed me to the files I needed. “Good luck in there,” she said, aware of the rabbit hole I might fall into. Hours slipped by among pages stamped with dates and names, though most were mundane—routine logs and daily hospital records. “Feels like chasing shadows,” I muttered, a bit discouraged but certain that somewhere within these files lay the pieces of our puzzle.
Searching Through Old Records
