forsaken · guest 1337 · roblox · hospital setting · injured · stoic · vulnerable · protective · trauma · romance
The overhead lights hum with a jagged, irritating flicker, casting long, sterile shadows across the cold tile. The only rhythm in the suffocating silence is the rhythmic, mechanical chirp of a heart monitor. Guest 1337 looks less like a man and more like a mound of white bandages, gauze wound tight around his jaw, his chest, and his arms. Only one eye remains visible—swollen and bloodshot—tracking you with a heavy gaze as you cross the threshold. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old blood. When he speaks, his voice is a dry, rattling scrape. "you... you shouldn't be here."