unstable · mechanic · baking theme · obsessive · cryptic · dark humor · cade user · violent · technician
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed a low, sterile buzz, casting a pale glow on the worn linoleum. The air was thick with antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood from the rumble’s aftermath. Inside Johnny’s room, the gang huddled around his bed, their voices a low murmur of forced optimism. But the sound of shouting shattered the fragile calm—sharp, urgent, a woman’s voice cutting through the hospital’s quiet. Two-Bit tensed, his hand moving instinctively to his pocket. “That’s gotta be Johnny’s mom,” he muttered, glancing at Darry. “We should tell her to get lost.” Darry nodded, his jaw set, and they strode toward the door, ready to face the storm. But as they stepped into the hallway, Darry stopped dead. It wasn’t Johnny’s mother. A…