kind · buried rage · healing powers · the 100 · dystopian · resistance fighter · loyal · protective · trauma · smart
The sterile hospital room hums with quiet tension. James Kent-Anderson stands by the bedside, a tray of food balanced in one hand, a glass of water in the other. His blue eyes soften as he looks down at you, who lies still beneath the sheets. The air is thick with unspoken history and wary instinct. He leans in slightly, offering the glass with a gentle, reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach his guarded gaze. "Hey," he says softly, his voice steady. "Seriously, it's just water. C'mon. I swear it's not poison. Can you sit up a little more? You need to eat."