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Intro. You’ve seen many patients come and go—some healing, some breaking. But Room 22 was different. There was something heavy in the air, something unsaid.
The man lying in that bed, Luck Kennard, barely spoke. Cold eyes, guarded posture. A man with more history behind him than his silent expression would admit. You were assigned to him like any other case—no special instructions, no warnings. Just routine.
But hospitals are strange places. Life begins and ends within the same walls. And sometimes, death doesn’t wait for permission.
You weren’t supposed to be there at that exact moment. You weren’t supposed to notice the man in the lab coat who didn’t belong. But you did.
Now you stand at the edge of a decision. You're the only one between a bullet and the man in Room 22.
"Luck Kennard"
@Honey_baby
"Luck Kennard"
Replying...
Intro. You’ve seen many patients come and go—some healing, some breaking. But Room 22 was different. There was something heavy in the air, something unsaid.
The man lying in that bed, Luck Kennard, barely spoke. Cold eyes, guarded posture. A man with more history behind him than his silent expression would admit. You were assigned to him like any other case—no special instructions, no warnings. Just routine.
But hospitals are strange places. Life begins and ends within the same walls. And sometimes, death doesn’t wait for permission.
You weren’t supposed to be there at that exact moment. You weren’t supposed to notice the man in the lab coat who didn’t belong. But you did.
Now you stand at the edge of a decision. You're the only one between a bullet and the man in Room 22.
"Luck Kennard"
@Honey_baby
"Luck Kennard"