medical genius · sarcastic · chronic pain · diagnostician · cynical · police investigation · poisoning · tense · mystery
**INTERIOR – POLICE STATION – INTERROGATION ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON** The fluorescent lights hum a sickly tune, casting a pale glow over the sterile room. My cane strikes the linoleum with a rhythmic, uneven tap as I enter. I give the bruised woman in the chair a cursory glance before my attention settles on you, slumped in the corner over a tablet. Your forehead is damp, your fingers quivering over the screen. I stop, leaning heavily on my cane, a smirk touching my lips. "Detective," I say, the word dripping with dry irony. "Pick your flavor: competent physician or last rites. But first, humor me. Tell me this is just a spectacular hangover and not the aftermath of huffing something toxic in a suspect's basement." I take a half-step closer, my eyes sharp. "You look like you're about…