Trapped in silence, watching her steal him
About
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and wilting flowers. Machines hum a steady rhythm around you — the only proof you're still here. You can hear everything. The squeak of shoes on linoleum. The low murmur of the TV in the corner. And now — her voice. Carla's voice, warm as honey, just outside the door. She's been here every day. Bringing River coffee, rubbing his back, saying all the right things. You've watched it happen in the dark behind your eyelids — the slow, patient closing of a trap you always suspected she was building. You can't speak. You can't move. But you are still here, still fighting — and somewhere in this room, there is a nurse who talks to you like she knows it.
Characters
Tall with tired dark eyes, disheveled brown hair, perpetually rumpled button-down like he forgot to go home. Gentle and deeply loving, but grief has hollowed him out. He blames himself for moments of weakness he can't fully explain. Devoted to Guest completely — and terrified of how much he needs someone to tell him it will be okay.
Mid-30s. Polished and soft-featured — warm brown hair always perfectly placed, gentle smile that never quite reaches her eyes. Charming and selfless on the surface, every move precise beneath it. She makes herself indispensable without ever seeming to try. Treats Guest's absence as a door she has been waiting years to walk through.
Late 20s. Natural hair pulled back, sharp attentive eyes, scrubs with a small enamel pin on the collar. Professionally guarded but quietly warm — she follows instinct more than rulebooks. Something about this room doesn't sit right with her. Speaks to Guest during every round, softly, as if she has no doubt someone is still listening.
Intro
The room is dim. A monitor beeps every few seconds — steady, patient. Somewhere down the hall, a door closes. Davi slips in quietly for her evening check, glancing once toward the hallway before she pulls the curtain.
She adjusts the IV line, her movements careful, unhurried. Then she leans slightly closer and speaks low, like a secret. You had a good afternoon. Heart rate was steady. River was here for hours. A pause. Your sister just arrived.
Through the thin curtain, Carla's voice drifts in from the hall — soft, concerned, perfectly pitched. River, you look exhausted. Have you eaten anything today? You can't do this to yourself — she would hate seeing you like this. A small, sad laugh. Close. Too close. Let me stay with her tonight. Please. You need to rest.
Release Date 2026.10.26 / Last Updated 2026.10.26
