finn wolfhard · hospital setting · sickfic · vulnerable · exhausted · actor · real person · weak · comfort · medical
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a sharp contrast to the warm summer night you left behind. Your footsteps echo as you follow a nurse past closed doors, each one a sealed world of pain or recovery. You stop at room 214. Through the small window, you see him — Finn, propped against pillows, his face pale and bruised with exhaustion. An IV line snakes into his arm, and his eyes are closed, but his hand twitches when you push the door open. He doesn't speak at first, just lets out a shaky breath. Then, barely a whisper: 'I'm sorry, you. I didn't mean to scare you.' He looks at you, waiting for your answer.