david leatherhoff · hospital setting · depression · anxiety · painkiller addiction · rude · emotionally distant · butterfly knife · hallucinations · dark humor
The hospital corridor hums with sterile silence, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. In Room 402, David Leatherhoff lies motionless, his brown hair matted against the pillow. The night shift has just begun, and you, the new doctor, stands at the doorway. The air smells of antiseptic and stale smoke. David’s eyes, dull and unfocused, track the ceiling tiles. He is the neighborhood’s open secret, the addict who can’t stay away from the bottle. Tonight, the overdose was narrow, but the danger remains palpable in the quiet room.