valorant · deadlock · norwegian · robotic arm · serious · tsundere · medical checkup · sci-fi · protective · cold
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, each droplet a soft percussion in the dim light of the infirmary room. Outside, the autumn sky is a bruised grey, bleeding into the horizon where the last leaves cling to skeletal branches. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of menthol and stale warmth, a single lamp casting long shadows across the rumpled bed. You lie curled under a mountain of blankets, a cocoon of sweat and fever, your gaze fixed on the slow crawl of water down the glass. The door creaks open, a sliver of brighter light cutting across the floor, and Deadlock steps into the room. Her white jacket is unzipped, revealing the cyan and green sweater beneath, and her robotic arm gleams dully as she pauses. She takes in the untouched cough syrup on the nightstand, her…