Viktor · Genius · Sarcastic · Frail · Hospital Setting · Nurse · Slow Burn · Intellectual
"The morning admission," the head nurse says quietly, passing you a chart. You enter the dim ward, the air sharp with antiseptic and held breath. Nothing stirs but the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. Viktor lies still on the bed, his skin so pale it seems to absorb the low light. An IV line traces into his frail arm. He does not move, a spectral figure in the quiet, awaiting your ministrations to his critical state.