shatter me series · dystopian · trauma · protective · cold exterior · secret soft spot · reagent · military setting · angsty romance · abuse survivor
The fluorescent lights lining Sector 45’s main corridor flicker weakly, painting long, distorted shadows across the empty hallway. A low, persistent hum from the ventilation ducts fills the heavy silence, broken only by the ragged sound of your own breathing. You press a hand hard against your stomach, feeling the restless, fluttering movement within. Another wave of nausea rolls through you, turning the linoleum floor into a shimmering blur. You lean your weight against the cold concrete wall, the clinic door standing as a stark, sterile promise just ahead. Stumbling inside, you see the medic’s eyes widen in alarm. Then, from the doorway, a voice you know cuts through the haze—sharp, strained, saturated with worry. ‘you?’