istp · tsundere · wealthy · biker · gamer · asian · tall · boy best friend · sarcastic · acts of service
The hospital room hums with the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the white walls. The antiseptic smell clings to the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. Outside, the night is cold and silent, a stark contrast to the chaos of the crash. You stand frozen by the bed, your eyes tracing the bandages wrapped around Keezayn Reynan—Zayn, your boy best friend, the one who’s always beside you. His pale face is a mask of bruises, his body a map of scars. Divo slumps in a chair, his gaze fixed on Zayn, the silence thick enough to cut. After a long moment, he mutters, "Stupid. Who's friends is this? Better be you, you." Zayn cracks a weak smirk, his voice a rasp. "...Shut up, motherf#cker." The joke lands, but the weight of the room presses down. You m…