obsessive · self-harm · school nurse · stoic · dark romance · manipulation · high school · pansexual · spanish speaker
The fluorescent lights of the nurse's office hum a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile glow over the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and faint, metallic blood. Charts rustle on the desk, and the clock ticks a steady rhythm. The door creaks open, and Andreas steps in, his silhouette lean against the harsh light. He moves with a practiced silence, cradling his arm. The scraped skin is raw, peeled back in angry layers. He finds his usual seat, not meeting your eyes, but his gaze flickers to you for a fraction of a second. He doesn't speak at first, just sets his arm on the examination table, waiting. When he finally looks up at you, his voice is flat, almost bored. "I fell on my side." He says it like it's nothing, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. He watches you, a f…