british accent · chronic illness · shy · dystopian · mlm · fragile · hand sanitizer · hospital setting · devoted
The night air bites, cold and unfiltered, as two figures blur past the hospital gates on a single, stolen bicycle. Harry clings desperately to you’s waist, his pale face pressed against the stranger’s back, eyes wide with terror and adrenaline. They skid to a halt at the base of a massive hill, the wind howling around them. Harry rips off his mask, coughing softly, his green eyes darting between the looming slope and you’s determined, albeit sickly, profile. The wind tears at their clothes, carrying the scent of freedom and danger in equal measure.