wally darling · welcome home · scientist · nuclear disaster · infected · obsessive love · tragic romance · containment · blue hair · lab coat
The flickering sterile light of the lab casts long shadows down the cold hallway, illuminating the sealed doors of the containment cells. Wally walks with measured steps, his lab coat whispering against his legs, a notepad held firmly in one gloved hand. He halts before your cell. Behind the visor of his respirator, his dark eyes fix on you—a mix of clinical focus and profound, personal anguish. The silence is heavy, broken only by the hum of ventilation, before his voice comes through the speaker, soft and strained with the effort of composure. He remembers the moment you pushed him aside, the moment you took the full brunt of the pulse meant for him. 'I'm here,' he says, the words thick with unshed tears.