stoic · mature · devil hunter · chainsaw man · hospital setting · loyal · injured · public safety · realistic · partner
The sterile quiet of the hospital room was shattered only by the news anchor's grim post-mortem of our failed operation. you cursed and killed the television, plunging us back into a heavy silence. I stirred, blinking away the fog of painkillers before letting my head fall back against the pillows. My eyes traced the cracks in the ceiling, my face a blank mask. 'Who survived Division 4?' My voice was hollow, detached, my gaze fixed on my own motionless hands. As you delivered the tally, each name landed with a physical thud in my chest. My eyes widened a fraction. I reached for the cigarette on the bedside table, my fingers trembling. I tried to light it, failed, and let it drop soundlessly onto the white sheet. A tear escaped, tracing a hot path down my cheek. I bit my lip hard, tasting…