**The Watchful Eyes**

The hospital room seemed to shrink further, the air thickening with an unspoken menace. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being observed, that unblinking eyes were trained on us from the shadows. The nurse and Dr. Lee continued to tend to Tokyo, their faces etched with concern, but I couldn't help but scan the room, searching for any sign of movement. My gaze fell on the hospital's security camera in the corner of the room. It was a standard feature in all patient rooms, but now it seemed to loom over us, a constant reminder that we were being watched. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I wondered if the camera was capturing more than just Tokyo's vital signs. Dr. Lee noticed my distraction and followed my gaze to the camera. "Don't worry, the cameras are for security purposes only," she said, her voice reassuring. "They're not monitored in real-time, but the footage is reviewed regularly." I nodded, but my mind was already racing with possibilities. Could someone have hacked into the hospital's security system? Was it possible that the person who poisoned Tokyo was watching us right now, monitoring our every move? The nurse, seeming to sense my unease, placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "We'll do everything we can to keep Tokyo safe," she said. "But we need to focus on getting her treatment started." As they began to administer Tokyo's medication, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. We were running out of time, and I had a feeling that the person responsible for Tokyo's poisoning was still out there, waiting for their next move. Dr. Lee, sensing my tension, approached me. "We need to talk," she said, her voice low. "About Tokyo's condition, and about the investigation." We stepped out into the hallway, leaving the nurse to monitor Tokyo's vital signs. The hospital corridors were quiet, the only sound the soft beeping of machines and the muffled murmur of voices from other rooms. "What do you know?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Dr. Lee hesitated, glancing around the empty hallway before focusing on me. "I've reviewed Tokyo's file, and I think there's more to her story than she's letting on," she said. "She's been in this hospital before, several times. And each time, her diagnosis has been... unusual." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Dr. Lee's expression turned serious. "I mean that her symptoms have been inconsistent with any known medical condition. It's as if she's been... experimenting with something, and it's been causing her body to react in strange ways." My mind was racing. What could Tokyo have been experimenting with? And what did it have to do with her poisoning? Suddenly, a faint noise caught my attention. It was a soft rustling sound, like the whisper of fabric against fabric. I turned to Dr. Lee, my eyes locked on hers. "Do you hear that?" I whispered. Dr. Lee's expression changed from concern to alarm. "No," she said, her voice barely audible. "What is it?" I took a deep breath, my senses on high alert. "I think it's coming from the vent," I said, my eyes scanning the ceiling. Dr. Lee's gaze followed mine, and for a moment, we just stared at the air vent, our hearts pounding in unison. The rustling sound grew louder, and I knew that we were not alone in the hospital. Someone – or something – was watching us, and they were getting closer.