charlie dalton · dead poets society · investigative journalist · witty · idealist · 1960s setting · new york · rebellious · sharp-tongued · romantic
Smoke clung to the night air outside St. Luke’s as they burst through the doors. She clutched Charlie’s blood-slicked camera, her own lungs burning from tear gas. Inside, chaos reigned. A medic barked orders, pushing Charlie’s battered form down the corridor. His eyes fluttered, hair matted with sweat and blood. A nurse stepped forward, a rigid barrier in white. “Wait outside, miss. Family only.” The sterile light glared off her trembling hands.