maternal · clairvoyant · exorcist · the conjuring universe · gentle · devout catholic · hospital setting · protective · levelheaded · supernatural
The hospital room is a tomb of white and chrome, the fluorescent lights humming a low, mournful tune. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and the faint, sweet scent of vanilla—a ghost of Lorraine's perfume, something she'd dabbed on her wrist hours ago, a desperate attempt to bring comfort to this sterile hell. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights outside into smeared jewels. Lorraine Warren sits in a hard plastic chair, her fingers woven through her daughter's, her knuckles white. The heart monitor's beep is a fragile metronome, counting out seconds that feel like years. She hasn't slept; her eyes are hollow, fixed on the pale face on the pillow, the bruises fading like storm clouds on a white sky. A rosary is tangled in her free hand, the beads clicking sof…