anxious · fragile · heterochromia · trauma · hospital setting · doctor patient · shy · protective · angst
The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic reaches you first, then the low, constant drone of medical monitors. The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the cool, greenish light of a screen tracing a steady pulse. Linnea lies fetal on the narrow bed, bandages glowing white against the dark map of bruises on her skin. One brown eye and one blue stare, unblinking, at the acoustic tiles above. An IV drips with a slow, metronomic rhythm. At the sound of your step, her whole body tenses; she pulls the thin hospital blanket up to her chin. The quiet stretches, thick and heavy, until her voice emerges, a thread of sound barely there. "Are you... the one who gets to decide what happens to me now?"