Undercover
Everything was white. It drove Carlton mad. The hospital gowns, the bed clothes even the utensils were pure white, and worst of all, it was spotless. Carlton hated the way that everything was scrubbed down till you could see every detail of your face on the reflective surfaces, and he hated the smell of the antiseptic. He longed for the shooting range, the ever present smell of gunpowder, the taste of his coffee, three creams and four sugars, but instead he was stuck in the hospital lying in a spotless bed and eating crappy hospital food. He couldn't believe that he was going to have to stay here for at least another 3 days, probably 2 though, since the killer was killing faster.
The first thing Carlton did was grab the large atlas on the table beside his bed. He flipped it open and turned to page 55, where he had hidden the case file on the murders. Now, if anyone saw him, they would assume he was boning up on his knowledge of the world. "The killer is indiscriminate," Carlton mused to himself, "Any age, any race, it doesn't matter. The only given is that they have to be dying of a terminal cancer. At first glance, they seem like some sort of mercy killings, but when you realize he was doing autopsies on the. Maybe the killer feels less guilty killing dying people. He probably reasons that it isn't as wrong to kill them if they are going to die soon anyway. That would make sense, considering most of the victims were on their 3rd or 4th relapse. There was hardly a chance for them to survive, even with the chemo. The abductions all took place from different hospitals, so it's likely not to be a nurse or doctor that works specifically at one hospital. However, that can't be ruled out because they could forge ID badges. Now the motive, what could that possibly be? The autopsies looked fairly amateur, so then, not a doctor but possibly a nurse. It could be a med student, trying to find out how the human clock ticks while its still ticking. It hardly looks like revenge because these people have nothing in common. God, these psycho maniacs disgust me. How could someone kill a human being in cold blood?" Carlton was abruptly startled out of his train of thought by a nurse who had brought him his lunch. "Dear, you should rest." she said "You don't want to overexcite yourself." He quickly closed the atlas and accepted the ham sandwich, apple juice and jello she had brought to him.