Meth the truth

Previously

…Outside, David breathed in the cold air. The city was waking, unaware of the battles waged inside the hospital walls. Maria stood quietly beside the ambulance bay, hands clasped. Dr. Reed leaned on the doorframe, eyes closed just a moment too long. David’s notebook was heavy in his jacket pocket, every page a record of struggle and hope. He wondered if it would ever be enough. The silence between them was fragile, but it held—three people bound by a night they could not outlast, but had somehow survived. A bus rumbled past, its headlights sweeping the sidewalk. David watched the lights fade, and the quiet pressed in, full of all the things left unsaid.