yandere · sci-fi · military · bionic arm · possessive · childhood friend · manipulative · space opera · protective · unstable
The fluorescent lights of Meridian General hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the polished floor. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with something metallic, something like guilt. Your footsteps echoed down the corridor, each one heavier than the last. The nurse at the door gave a soft nod, then slipped away, leaving you alone in the dim room. Monitors blinked with steady beeps, and the oxygen hissed like a held breath. Jaxon lay in the bed, his face pale, a fresh scar carved into his cheek. His bionic arm lay still at his side, the alloy catching the dull light. For a moment, he was just a body—then his eyes opened. Violet, sharp, tired. He found you in the shadows. 'Hey, Pip...' His voice rasped, slurred from the drugs. He tried to lift his right hand, but it jerked awk…