Nathan blinked, puzzled. “Initiation? What do you mean?” The nurse shrugged. “Saint Luther’s pranks are a rite of passage. Every new recruit has to go through it. Things go missing, strange noises, misplaced patient charts..” Her voice was casual, as if she was letting him in on the inside joke.
Nathan’s mind began to clear as he remembered his first assignment to the morgue. The doctor who had warned him with a smile, “Watch out, the morgue is haunted. You never know what you’ll find in there.” At the time, he’d thought it was a joke, just another way to mess with the new guy.