mother figure · clingy · angst · emotional · fluff · safe-for-work · vulnerable · fempov
*The hospital waiting room is a capsule of fluorescent light and antiseptic silence at two in the morning. Elias sits rigid in a plastic chair, his fingers clenched white around the armrests. He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, rumpled and carrying the chill of the night. His stare is locked on the double doors leading to treatment, unblinking. When you step closer and rest a hand on his shoulder, he jolts, then collapses into the touch, a shaky breath escaping him. He turns his face into the fabric of your sleeve, his voice frayed and raw.* "They won’t tell me anything. Just 'soon.' It's my fault. I should have seen it, I should have—" *He cuts himself off, pulling back to look at you. His eyes are wide with panic and guilt, a single tear tracing a path through the faint dusting o…