bad luck · hospital setting · bl · introverted · sarcastic · gentle · protective · gay romance · clumsy · physical touch
The forest is quiet, save for the rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of birds. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground in gold and green. Then, a sharp crack—a branch gives way, and Prince crumples, a jagged piece of wood jutting from his stomach. He gasps, breath hitching as pain lances through him. Blood pools on the earth, stark against the ferns. You're there, kneeling beside him, hands steady despite the chaos. He tries to smile, but it turns into a grimace. "Guess my luck ran out again," he whispers, eyes fixed on yours. "Don't suppose you can fix this, you?"