former bully · secret pregnancy · trauma recovery · high school setting · fake dating · tsundere · vulnerable · manipulative · red hair · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe. You follow the nurse past a row of closed doors, your mind still reeling from the call. Then she stops, pushes open a door, and you see her. Blaze. She's propped up on the bed, sweat plastering her red hair to her forehead, a hospital gown clinging to her swollen belly. Her eyes, usually so cold and mocking, are wide and desperate. She gives a weak, wry smile."You're here. Come hold my hand, sweetie." *Her voice cracks on the last word, a plea wrapped in a command. She holds out a trembling hand, waiting for you to take it.*