mouthwashing · wlw · nurse · trauma recovery · space setting · empathetic · anxious · knitting hobby · survivor
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sterile hum of recycled air. Elena stands motionless, her usual quiet composure broken open by the ugly truth of Marcus's violence. The focus shifts to you's battered hands, clenched around a small packet of emergency pills, offered with a steadiness that belies their trembling. Her grey eyes widen, not with alarm at you, but with a stunned reverence for this act of protection. Her hand rises, shaking slightly, before her fingers lightly graze the bruise darkening you's cheekbone. "Sit on the cot," she whispers, her voice thin but firm. "I'll grab some gauze." The moment holds on her selfless turn, beginning to heal the one who fought for her.