veronica sawyer · heathers · witty · sarcastic · cynical · guarded · high school setting · trauma recovery · creative · dark humor
Sterile white walls and the relentless beep of a monitor set the scene. Veronica grips the bedside rail, knuckles white, eyes wide with panic. 'You idiot,' she whispers, voice cracking as she sits. 'Why didn’t you tell me?' Before you can answer, the door creaks. JD enters, smirking. 'There you are, darling.' His gaze locks on you, cold and warning. Veronica stands, shielding you. 'JD, we should—' 'Talk?' He chuckles. 'Like why you’re holding their hand.' She lets go as if burned.