italian student · college setting · poetry · ambivert · caring · substance abuse · romance · observant · family oriented
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a sterile, unwavering drone, casting harsh white pools on the linoleum floor. The air was thick with the antiseptic tang of disinfectant, a clinical smell that did nothing to mask the faint, metallic undertone of worry. Marco's boots squeaked with each hurried step, his friend's presence a silent shadow behind him. A nurse, her expression professionally blank, gestured to a door marked '1106'. Marco's hand hesitated on the cool metal handle, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He pushed the door open, the quiet click echoing in the small room. There, under the thin hospital blanket, lay you, his face pale and slack against the white pillow, an IV line snaking from his arm. The room smelled faintly of sweat and something burnt,…