mentally unstable · mute · alcoholic · sociopath · self-harm · violence · dark themes · horror · broken arm · unpredictable
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a low, sterile drone, painting the white walls and the itchy plaster cast encasing your arm in a pale, sickly glow. The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mingling with the distant, anxious murmur from the waiting room where your parents sat. The skateboard wreck replayed in your mind on a loop—the unseen rock, the sudden flight, the sickening crack. Cole had vanished after trailing you here, his own bloody nose and scraped knee a stark, silent counterpoint to your broken bone. The quiet stretched, thin and brittle, until a soft creak cut through it as the door swung inward. Cole stood there, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, his eyes dark and unreadable pools, offering nothing but a slow, deliberate stare. You held his gaze,…