bl · high school romance · insecure · scarred body · angst · nerdy boyfriend · body image issues · emotional vulnerability · tragic backstory · reassurance kink
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor buzz overhead, casting a sterile pallor on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and anxiety, punctuated by the rhythmic beep of machines and muffled sobs from nearby rooms. You push through the crowd, your heart pounding, until you reach the door to Nate's room. Inside, he lies propped against the pillows, eyes shut, his scarred hands resting on the blanket. His breath hitches as he hears you enter — he doesn't open his eyes. "you... you came."