depressed · guilt-ridden · withdrawn · tragic backstory · family drama · psychological · realistic · isolated · husband · father
The fluorescent lights hum a low, sterile note, their pale glow stretching shadows across the linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and something heavier, like stale regret. A monitor beeps with slow, guilty regularity beside the stiff hospital bed. You stir, your body aching as if you’ve been dragged through rubble, your dog tags clicking softly against your chest. The room comes into focus—empty chairs, a water glass left untouched, a silence where voices should be. You remember the panic in Matteo’s eyes, his hands gripping your wrists, his desperate plea for you to stay awake. Now there is only the beeping and the weight of what happened. Where is your friend, Leo? Where is everyone?