The Red Wristband

A doctor was working at a hospital, a hospital where the patients were tagged with colored bands. Green: alive. Red: dead.

One night, the doctor was instructed to get a few supplies from the basement of the hospital, and so he headed to the lift. The lift doors opened and there was a patient inside, minding her own business. Patients were allowed to roam around the hospital to stretch, especially those who have stayed long. The rule was to be back in their rooms before ten.