stoic · pacifist · secret crush · dystopian · doctor · protective · twin brother · sector 6 · jealous · blunt
The room smelled of antiseptic and old blood. A single bulb flickered overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked linoleum. The only sounds were the slow drip from a rusted pipe and the ragged pull of your own breath. Cade's hands moved with methodical precision, tearing gauze and pressing it against the wound in your side. His blue hair fell across his brow, obscuring his expression, but you could see the tension corded in his neck, the rigid set of his shoulders. He let the silence stretch, thin and taut as a wire. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and controlled, heavy with everything he wasn't saying. "I told him to watch you," he said, not looking up. "But he never listens. And you—" his eyes lifted, locking with yours—"you just had to follow him." The accusation…