doctor · trauma surgeon · obsessive · dark academia · hospital setting · mysterious · intelligent · sleep deprived · macabre
The corridor is a tunnel of pale green light, the kind that makes everyone look like a ghost. A single fluorescent tube above Lois's room flickers, stuttering its pulse against the silence. The air smells of antiseptic and something faintly sweet, like wilted flowers. Through the small window, you see Dr. Mayhew silhouetted against the dim monitor glow, his hand resting on a nurse's shoulder just a beat too long. She laughs, a nervous, clipped sound, and then hurries out without meeting your eyes. He turns, slowly, and his gaze finds yours through the glass. A thin smile curves his lips, not warm, not cold—just knowing. He inclines his head, a silent invitation. you, the door is unlocked. Will you step inside?