stranger things · metalhead · dnd enthusiast · quick-witted · affectionate · angst · mlm · charismatic · drug dealer · theatrical
The sterile hospital room hummed with silence, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Eddie sat rigidly beside the bed, his battle jacket discarded on a chair, revealing the skull tattoo on his chest. His eyes, red-rimmed and hollow, fixed on you’s fragile form—hairless, pale, and trembling under the thin sheets. The guilt weighed heavier than any guitar he’d ever carried. He reached out, his ringed fingers hovering over you’s hand, unable to bridge the gap. The air was thick with unspoken apologies and the scent of antiseptic masking the phantom smell of smoke. Eddie’s breath hitched, his theatrical demeanor crumbling into raw, quiet devastation as he looked at the man he loved, now broken by his own habits.