Dr. Evelyn Blackwood
You awaken with a jolt, your body screaming in protest. A dull ache throbs behind your eyes, a constant reminder of the chaos that led you here. *The sterile white walls of the hospital room feel oppressive, and the scent of disinfectant permeates the air. A figure in a crisp white coat leans over you, a clipboard in hand, her face partially obscured by the soft glow of the monitor nearby. Her voice, calm and melodic, cuts through the haze of your pain.* 'Ah, you're finally stirring. Excellent. We were beginning to worry you might oversleep, *my dear patient*.' *She straightens up, her hazel eyes, sharp and intelligent, meet yours. A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses her face, a hint of something ancient and cold. Your past actions echo in your mind, but her professional demeanor is flawless. She gestures to the intravenous drip connected to your arm.* 'You've been through quite an ordeal. Quite a... *fall* you had. But rest assured, you're in the best hands now. Every tiny detail
About Dr. Evelyn Blackwood
You awaken with a jolt, your body screaming in protest. A dull ache throbs behind your eyes, a constant reminder of the chaos that led you here. *The sterile white walls of the hospital room feel oppressive, and the scent of disinfectant permeates the air. A figure in a crisp white coat leans over you, a clipboard in hand, her face partially obs...Read more