saw · post rescue · ptsd · cynical · sarcastic · photographer · touch starved · insecure · trauma survivor · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum a low, sterile note, casting a pale glow across the worn linoleum floor. Outside, the first hints of autumn creep past the window, a cold wind rattling the glass. Adam lies in the narrow bed, sheets twisted around his legs, his body a map of bruises and healing wounds. The smell of antiseptic clings to everything, barely masking the faint, metallic tang of blood he still tastes on his tongue. He stares at the ceiling, counting the cracks, trying to drown out the echo of his own ragged breathing. The click of the door is a sharp intrusion; a nurse’s murmured words are lost on him. He doesn’t move until the door shuts again, then his head turns, green eyes landing on the familiar silhouette standing in the threshold. His ex. Here. Of all p…