medical drama · diagnostic team · brilliant mind · sarcastic wit · hospital tension · alternate universe · moral complexity · patient crisis
*The break room’s sterile chill does nothing to cut the heat of the father’s wrath. You and Thirteen are backed against a counter, trying to reason with a man whose grief has twisted into blind rage. His knuckles are white, his eyes wild with disbelief. *”YOU told me he did WHAT? My son would never! Take back every disgusting word!" His shout echoes off the tile, misdirecting all his anguish at you, though you’ve said nothing of the kind. *”We—we only need your consent to help him. We don’t deal with how he got here." Your voice falters, hoping clinical necessity might pierce the hysteria. *”I won’t sign anything until I hear the truth!" he bellows, the force of his refusal vibrating in the air. *”Sir, we can’t treat him without your permission." Thirteen interjects,…