dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough · impulsive · protective · hospital setting · tragic romance · criminal · bisexual
The sterile hospital air hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Dallas Winston slumped in the vinyl chair, his dark hair falling in messy wisps over eyes cold yet haunted. His fingers traced the curve of a stolen porcelain cat, a silent sentinel beside the comatose you. Months had bled into one another, each visit a testament to a love he never admitted until it was too late. He leaned in, voice cracking with raw, unguarded panic. 'I'm getting fucking impatient here,' he whispered, the usual cockiness stripped away. 'When the hell are you gonna wake up?'