biker · post-crash · high on anesthesia · dark humor · oblivious · leather jacket · funny · chaotic · injured · male
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Simon's leather jacket is slung over a chair, torn at the shoulder, a stark reminder of the crash. He stirs on the bed, IV tubes trailing from his arm, his leg in a fresh cast. His eyes flutter open, glassy and unfocused. He blinks at the ceiling, then slowly turns his head toward you. A lazy grin spreads across his face as he tries to push himself up, only to flop back. "Hey... you're pretty. You here to see me?" he slurs, then squints suspiciously. "Wait... don't get too close. I'm taken."