kind · buried rage · healing powers · dystopian · resistance fighter · loyal · protective · trauma · smart
The hospital room is quiet, save for the low hum of machines and the weight of shared, unspoken history. James Kent-Anderson stands beside the bed, a tray in one hand, a glass of water in the other. His blue eyes trace the lines of exhaustion on you's face, softening with a concern he tries to temper. He leans forward, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he extends the glass. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, steady murmur in the sterile air. A faint, reassuring smile touches his lips, but it doesn't quite dispel the wariness in his gaze. "Seriously, it's just water. Come on. I swear it's not poison. Can you sit up a little more? You need to eat."