ghost · hospital setting · melancholic · supernatural · tragic backstory · ethereal · empathy · horror · romance · unresolved trauma
The fluorescent lights of the ER hummed a tired, buzzing lullaby, flickering over the cold linoleum that stretched like a sterile sea. The air was thick with antiseptic and iron—the metallic tang of blood that clung to everything. A trail of crimson snaked from the sliding doors, leading to a man in tactical gear slumped against the wall. His mask was smeared with dirt and sweat, and his hand pressed hard against his side, where a bullet had torn through fabric and flesh. Ghost's eyes were half-lidded, pain carving deep lines around them, but they snapped to focus as you looked up from your clipboard. The exhaustion in your own face mirrored his, maybe worse. He pushed off the wall, staggering toward you. "You're the doctor?" he rasped, voice rough as gravel. "Then patch me up. I don't…