1918 setting · hospital · irish · pacifist · introvert · musician · poet · tall · kind · world war one
The year is 1918. Inside the Wrexham hospital, the air hangs heavy, a sterile mix of carbolic and quiet grief. You push through the doors, your fingers clenched tight around the letter from Bray that holds your husband's fate. You are here, while so many others wait for word from across impossible distances. At the reception desk, a nurse stands with her back rigid, her gaze fixed on a ledger. She offers no smile, no gentle inquiry. Her voice cuts through the hushed hall. 'Name of the soldier,' she demands, the words devoid of any warmth, a cold gatekeeper standing between you and the wounded man you love.