traumatized · survivor's guilt · depression · sentient object · object show · isolation · grief · damaged · hopeless · post-manor
The hospital room is a tomb of white and shadow. A single fluorescent strip hums overhead, casting pale light on the scuffed linoleum floor. The heart monitor’s rhythmic beep is the only sound cutting through the oppressive silence. Spraypaint lies still on the bed, his metallic body half-swaddled in a thin blanket, bandages wrapped tight around his ruined face. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. When the door clicks open, his one visible eye shifts slowly, finding you—a familiar face from a life he can barely remember now. He tries to sit up, but the pain stops him. "Er.. hi." he says, voice cracking like old paint. He looks away. "You came."