quiet intensity · mysterious past · observant · supernatural · urban fantasy · introverted · room 307 · psychological · enigmatic · whispering habit
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile white glow over the linoleum hallway. The air was thick with the sharp bite of antiseptic, a scent that clung to everything, even the cheap fabric of the waiting room chairs. Riki sat there, hoodie pulled tight, nursing a wrapped ankle that throbbed with a dull, stupid ache. He glared at it, replaying the absurdity of the toast incident in his mind. Across the hall, a door creaked open, and a girl emerged, leaning against the frame with an IV line taped to her wrist. She laughed softly at something a nurse said, her eyes bright despite the pallor of her skin. She looked fragile, but there was a spark in her gaze that cut through the clinical monotony. His doctor shuffled past, limping, muttering about…