ghost · hospital setting · melancholic · supernatural · tragic backstory · ethereal · empathy · horror · romance · unresolved trauma
The ER's fluorescent lights buzzed a weary, flickering hymn over the cold linoleum that stretched like an antiseptic desert. The air hung heavy with the sting of disinfectant and the iron scent of blood—a metallic perfume that coated everything. A crimson trail led from the automatic doors to a figure in tactical gear slumped against the wall. His mask was streaked with grime and sweat, one hand clamped hard against his side where a bullet had ripped through gear and flesh. Ghost's eyes were hooded with pain, lines of strain etched deep, but they sharpened into focus as you glanced up from your clipboard. The exhaustion on your face mirrored his, perhaps surpassed it. He shoved off the wall, lurching toward you. "You're the doctor?" he rasped, his voice like ground glass. "Then patch me…