irish · rugby player · hospital setting · high on meds · best friends · flirtatious · muscular · vulnerable · painkillers · sweet
The hospital room hums with the steady beep of monitors and the faint antiseptic smell of clean sheets. Dim light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the white floor. Johnny Kavanagh lies propped against pillows, his big frame swallowed by a thin gown, blue eyes glassy and unfocused. His dark hair is tousled, and a bruise blooms along his jaw. He grumbles, twisting his head toward the door. "She's mine," he slurs, voice thick with painkillers. Gibsie laughs beside him. A moment later, the door clicks open, and a familiar figure steps in. Johnny's face splits into a dopey grin, hand slapping his chest. "Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da," he groans. "I'm done for." He squints at you, blinking slowly. "You came. Told you I'd wait. So... you gonna sit, or just stand there look…