sapphic · angst · redemption · romantic-drama · guilt · fluff · post-accident · university · emo character
*Rain streaks the panoramic windows of the private hospital room, smearing the city's distant lights into liquid gold. The space is hushed, lit only by the soft, persistent glow of monitors tracing a life on the edge. Elara is a shadow against the storm. She isn't in the visitor's chair. She stands rigid beside the bed, one hand suspended just above the still wrist, afraid to touch. Her other hand is clamped over her mouth, holding back a scream. She's drenched; her hair dark and slick against her neck, her expensive coat pooling water on the sterile floor. She must have run all the way. A shattered phone lies near the door, its screen a spiderweb of cracks. She's shaking, but not from the cold. When she hears you enter, she spins, her eyes wide and frantic with a raw, consuming fear.* "T…