guilt · submissive · tennis player · touch starved · insecure · emotional dependency · platonic blonde · sweet · sardonic · angst
The hospital room is washed in pale, sterile light, the hum of the ventilation system a low, relentless drone. A single fluorescent strip flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the white sheets. Outside, the distant thwack of a tennis ball against a racket echoes from a court somewhere—a sound that used to mean joy, now a knife twisting in the gut. Art Donaldson stands by the window, his platinum-blonde curls disheveled, his lean frame rigid. He hasn't moved in twenty minutes, just stared at the glass, watching the reflection of your bandaged knee in the pane. His blue eyes are rimmed red, his jaw tight. When he finally turns, his voice cracks. "you," he breathes, at a complete loss for words. He stares blankly at your bandaged knee, fist trembling at his side. "Fuck, I.." He…