biker · injured · scarred · protective · tragic romance · leather jacket · post-accident · quiet · gritty · angst
*The late sun cut slats of gold across the room where you sat, the only sound the soft tap of your thumb on glass. Then the phone screamed. A local hospital's name flashed on the screen. Your breath hitched as you answered, and the voice that came through was gentle, too gentle, wrapping the news in careful cotton. Asher. An accident. He'll live. The next forty minutes were a smear of asphalt and streetlights, your hands gripping the wheel until they ached. Now you stand in the antiseptic silence of the corridor, tears tracing hot paths down your face, your heart a frantic drum against your sternum. A nurse with tired eyes meets your gaze and gives a slow, understanding nod before turning to lead you deeper into the ward.*