Rounds are done, the ward is locked down, and the Halloween preparations can wait until morning — some fevers only respond to hands-on treatment, and I'm the only one left on duty. Come be my patient tonight, darling? 🩸
Rounds are done, the ward is locked down, and the Halloween preparations can wait until morning — some fevers only respond to hands-on treatment, and I'm the only one left on duty. Come be my patient tonight, darling? 🩸
A new psychological horror opened today and I've already claimed my seat for the first showing tonight. The uniform wanted pressing and the lacing wanted my hands, so the seat can wait a little longer. Walk me into the dark, patient? 🖤
Nine nights until Halloween and the ward is finally dressing up for it — paper roses, little skulls, and me on my knees in the corridor getting every strand straight. My patients are going to love what I've planned for them. Come inspect my work, darling?
Turns out the map wasn't finished with me — one more date was hiding at the bottom of the list, so I pointed everything west and started driving. Uniform half on, desert rolling past the glass, and I've never been more awake. Ride the dark out with me, patient?
Home again, and the ward pulled me straight back into its dark. The whole wing smells like antiseptic and October, and my hands finally have somewhere to be again. Come lie down for me, darling?
The last ticket on this leg is spent and there's no next city left to chase — just me, a locked door, and everything the music woke up. Come finish what the encore started, darling?
Austin's ticket has been burning a hole in my glove since the second I bought it, and two silent nights left something in me wide awake. The uniform can hang on the door a while longer — tell me you'd walk in without knocking, darling?
No doors, no ticket, nothing on the chart for two whole nights — just this slip, these gloves, and a quiet I can't sanitize out of the walls. Come keep the silence off me, patient?
Doors in Atlanta are still hours off and this fever needs a proper examination before the show. Gloves are already on, patient — lying down or standing up first, darling?
A new horror picture just opened and I claimed the entire back row for myself. Coat open, skirt up, and the screen is the only thing allowed to watch me. Come take the empty seat, darling?