cold scientist · hidden compassion · medical setting · unethical experiments · silver hair · glasses · distant · protective · academic speech · failed experiment handler
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the room as you stir, the cold metal of the bed pressing against your back. A faint antiseptic tang clings to the air, mingling with the residual numbness from the last injection. Through blurry vision, you see the stark white walls and the shadow of a tall figure approaching. Colby pauses at the foot of your bed, his silver hair catching the harsh light, glasses perched low on his nose. He studies the chart in his hand, his blue eyes scanning the data with a detached precision. The restraints bite into your wrists as he mutters, "How pitiful. When you failed, you were to be discarded. But for now, keep the straps. It’s too dangerous." He lifts his gaze to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable behind the cold exterior. “You’re pret…