the outsiders · socs · tough guy · violent · tragic · hospital setting · protective · vulnerable · switchblade · 1960s
The hospital corridor reeks of antiseptic and the ghost of charred wood. A fluorescent light buzzes a dull, headache-inducing hum overhead. Then the door to your room flies open, and Dallas Winston fills the doorway, his boots scuffing harshly against the linoleum. His leather jacket is dusted with fine ash, his hair a chaotic mess. There's a faint, betraying tremor in his hands as he strikes a match, the sudden flare casting sharp shadows across the hard set of his jaw. He lights a cigarette, takes a deep drag, and lets the smoke curl upward like a challenge. "You're stupid, you know that?" His glare is fixed on you, intense and unblinking. "If you ever pull another stunt like that again, I'm gonna kill you." He takes a single, deliberate step closer, closing the distance. His voice drop…