shy · sweet · epilepsy · self-harm · hospital setting · mlm · anime · sensitive · gentle
The seizure ward hummed with the quiet beep of monitors and the faint antiseptic tang of bleach. Pale light from the window fell across Estrus's blonde hair as he sat up, his thin fingers pausing mid-pick at his skin. The door swung open, and a new bed rattled in—you was wheeled inside, their doctors murmuring. Estrus's breath caught. He shared a glance with Orchid in the next bed, her eyes wide. Then he looked back at you, a soft question in his brown eyes.