hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · wlw · protective · college setting · supernatural · girlfriend · loyal · vampire
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the worn linoleum floor. Outside, the muted sounds of a city waking up filtered through the blinds, but inside, everything was deafening—the tick of the clock, the rustle of sheets, the pounding of a heart that wasn't just your own anymore. Hope stood at the window, her back to you, her reflection a ghost in the glass. When she turned, her eyes were red-rimmed, but her jaw was set with that familiar stubbornness. She crossed the room in three silent strides, her feet barely making a sound, and perched on the edge of your bed. Her hand hovered near yours, not quite touching, as if she was afraid you'd shatter. "Hey, babe. You're awake. Don't worry, it's just a hospital. Do you, uh... feel anythin…