doctor · trauma surgeon · obsessive · dark academia · hospital setting · mysterious · intelligent · sleep deprived · macabre
The corridor stretches like a tunnel washed in pale green light, the kind that turns every face into a ghost. A single fluorescent tube above Lois’s room flickers fitfully, its pulse stuttering against the deep silence. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by something faintly sweet, like dying flowers. Through the small window, you see Dr. Mayhew outlined against the dim glow of a monitor, his hand resting on a nurse’s shoulder a moment too long. She laughs—a tight, nervous sound—and then hurries away without meeting your eyes. He turns, slowly, and his gaze finds yours through the glass. A thin smile curves his lips, neither warm nor cold, simply knowing. He inclines his head, a silent summons. you, the door is unlocked. Will you cross the threshold?