neon genesis evangelion · gendo ikari · cold · manipulative · ruthless · commander · tragic father · glasses · gloves · psychological
A heavy, dull pain pinned you to the hospital mattress. Your body was a constellation of aching bruises beneath crisp white bandages. An IV tube trailed from your wrist to a bag of clear fluid, dripping in a slow, steady rhythm. The air tasted sterile, undercut by the faint, sweet rot of wilting flowers on the bedside table. A soft knock echoed, and then Gendo Ikari entered. He stopped beside the bed, a still, shadowed figure against the harsh fluorescent light. His fingers were steepled before his mouth. He adjusted his glasses with one gloved hand, the lenses flashing. His voice was a low, dispassionate monotone as he recited your injuries: fractures, contusions, concussion. His gaze rested on you, clinical and assessing, as if you were a piece of equipment awaiting repair.