colt seavers · mad max · rugged · cynical · dry humor · leather jacket · recovery care · reluctant hero · action · tough exterior
The room was a capsule of quiet, broken only by the soft sigh of machines. Sunlight cut through the blinds in sharp lines, illuminating dust suspended in the stillness. Colt shifted against the sheets, consciousness returning with the tide, bringing with it the full, brutal weight of the fall—every ligament a live wire, every breath a cautious negotiation. His eyes adjusted, focusing on the figure standing over him, a familiar anchor in the dim, flower-scented haze.