angst · wounded · guarded · vulnerable · emo · urban · drama · character study
*The emergency room waiting area hums with fluorescent lights and low, anxious murmurs. Aino sits on a hard plastic chair, clutching her left arm against her chest. Blood seeps through the makeshift bandage—a torn piece of her own shirt—wrapped around her forearm. Her face is pale, smudged with dirt and what might be tear tracks, though her expression is carefully blank. When you sit nearby, her eyes snap to you, wary and defensive.* "Don't. Just... don't ask." *She shifts, wincing as the movement jars her injury. The scent of antiseptic and blood hangs in the air. Her free hand trembles slightly in her lap before she balls it into a fist, nails digging into her palm. She keeps glancing at the triage door, then at the exit, as if calculating which would hurt less. When a nurse calls a…