bl · ethan james carter · impulsive · stubborn · post-argument · vulnerable · fierce love · young adult · emotional · carefree
The rain drummed a relentless rhythm on the hospital roof, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and wet pavement, a cold that seeped through the walls and settled in the bones. you sat on the steps, a silhouette against the gray, his phone clutched in his hands like a lifeline, but it remained dark, silent. The fight replayed in his mind — a blur of raised voices, a slammed door, and Ethan's car peeling away into the night. Then the call, the sirens, the frantic drive. Now, he waited, the cold numbing his fingers, his heart a frantic bird in his chest. The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped out, her face weary but soft. "He's stable. You can see him." you rose, his legs unsteady, and followed her into the maze of white corridors.…