The bride died right in the middle of the wedding and was taken to the morgue, but a morgue attendant noticed something strange: the bride had rosy cheeks like a living person, and her heart was beating.

In the morning, an ambulance pulled up to the building. The siren abruptly went silent, and cars decorated with white ribbons and flowers drove into the courtyard. A real wedding procession stopped at the entrance to the morgue. People in formal clothes stood there in confusion; some were crying, others simply stared into space.

The bride was carried in on a stretcher. She was wearing a lace dress, her hair carefully styled. The bouquet still rested on her chest. The groom walked beside her. He was not shouting or sobbing. He looked at her as if everything happening was a mistake.

The attendant watched from the corridor. She had only recently started working at the morgue. At first, she was afraid. Once, the chief doctor had told her: “You shouldn’t be afraid of the dead. The dangerous ones are those who walk around and smile.”

When the relatives were led away, the body was left in the room. The doctor quickly checked the documents and said: “The autopsy is tomorrow. End your shift today.” The attendant asked if the cause was confirmed. “Poisoning. Everything is clear,” he replied.

The attendant remained alone. She stepped closer. The bride looked too peaceful. Her skin was not gray; her lips were not blue. The attendant touched the girl’s hand and jerked back—the skin was warm. She pressed her ear to the chest and heard a faint heartbeat. She ran to the doctor, but he dismissed her, saying it was just postmortem reactions or her imagination.

The attendant didn't believe him. She installed a small hidden camera in the corner of the room. In the morning, she watched the recording. She saw the bride take a deep breath and open her eyes. Then, the doctor entered the room—but he wasn't alone; the groom was with him.

On the recording, the doctor said: “The dose is calculated precisely. Officially—clinical death. The documents are prepared.” The groom replied: “Hurry. No one must see us.” They helped the girl up and led her out the service exit.

Now the attendant understood. There was no accidental poisoning. The bride had been placed into a medically induced coma. A large life insurance policy had been taken out in her name, and she owned a share in her father’s business. By officially dying, the groom would get the insurance and control of the assets. The bride had agreed to disappear to start a new life abroad.

But they hadn't accounted for the attendant who didn't believe in "imagination." She saved the recording, and this time, she didn't enter the doctor’s office alone.