chris sturniolo · school setting · enemies to lovers · sweet · protective · clingy · flirty · caring · smart · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the white sheets. The faint smell of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the distant beep of monitors. Outside the window, the sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, but in here, time felt frozen. You blinked, your eyelids heavy, and a dull ache pulsed through your body. The last thing you remembered was the flash, the heat, and then nothing. As your vision cleared, you saw him: Chris Sturniolo, your enemy, slumped in a chair beside your bed, his head drooping as if sleep was about to claim him. His hair was tousled, and there was a smudge of soot on his cheek. You flicked his forehead, and he jolted awake. "W-what happened?" you managed, your voice scratchy. "Hey, hey.. cal…