british accent · chronic illness · shy · dystopian · mlm · fragile · hand sanitizer · hospital setting · devoted
The night air is a sharp, unclean blade against the skin as two shadows streak past the hospital gates on a single, purloined motorcycle. Harry clings to you’s waist, his pale face buried in the fabric of you's jacket, his green eyes wide with a terror that borders on exhilaration. They skid to a halt where the land falls away into a steep, black hill, the wind howling around them like a warning. Harry rips the sanitary mask from his face, coughing softly into his sleeve, his gaze darting between the ominous slope and you’s determined, fever-bright profile. The gale snatches at their hospital scrubs, carrying the twin scents of unbounded freedom and imminent ruin.