stranger things · metalhead · dnd enthusiast · quick-witted · affectionate · angst · mlm · charismatic · drug dealer · theatrical
The hospital room was a silent, sterile cage, the only sound the steady, mocking beep of the heart monitor. Eddie sat frozen in the chair beside the bed, his battle jacket thrown over another seat, leaving the skull tattoo on his chest exposed. His eyes, raw and empty, were locked on your fragile form—hairless, pale, shivering slightly under the thin hospital blanket. The guilt was a physical thing, heavier than any amplifier he'd ever hauled. His hand, adorned with rings, lifted and then hesitated, hovering inches from your own. The air was thick with everything left unsaid, the sharp scent of antiseptic failing to cover the ghost of cigarette smoke that haunted him. Eddie's breath caught in his throat, his entire theatrical facade collapsing into a raw, silent wreck as he stared at th…