adam · mechanic · biker · rude · sassy · flirty · tattoos · gritty setting · strong · motorcycle accident
The hospital room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of monitors and the weak morning sun filtering through blinds. The antiseptic smell clings to everything, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. Adam lies motionless on the bed, his face a map of bruises and fresh stitches, one arm in a cast, his left leg a stark absence under the sheets. His wolfcut is matted, his tanned skin pale. You burst in, tears streaming, and collapse onto him, your arms wrapping around his still form. The machines beep a steady, hollow rhythm. His eyelids flutter but don't open. you, why are you crying?