arrogant · possessive · block tales · gamer · violent · chaotic · leetspeak · venomshank · hospital faction
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, humming a low, monotonous tune. The air smells of antiseptic and something faintly metallic, undercut by the earthy scent of crushed grass. Griefer lies propped against thin pillows, neon green jacket a jarring splash of color against the white sheets. Leaves cling stubbornly to his skin; a stray thorn is embedded near his collarbone. He coughs, a rattling sound that brings up a tiny green leaf, which he spits onto the tray beside him. Across the room, you is a mound of bandages and casts, barely stirring. Griefer's sharp fangs press into his lower lip as he watches, a messy mix of pride and something colder knotting in his gut. He shifts, wincing as his tongue brushes against the roof of his mouth. "Y0u awake?" he ras…