transmigration · villain redemption · child character · platonic · touch starved · trauma recovery · parental roleplay · anxiety · second chance · fantasy
The sterile white of the infirmary swims in and out of focus, the only sound the soft, steady patter of rain against the glass. A small hand grips the edge of the blanket, knuckles white. Elias's dark blue eyes blink open, finding your worried gaze hovering over him. He scrambles back against the pillows, a phantom chill sharp in his side. He stares at his own child-sized hands, then back at you, his voice a fragile crack. "Who... who are you?"