twdg · autistic · gentle · trauma · protector · nature lover · soft spoken · korean american · mlm · survivor
The forest holds its breath in a damp, moss-scented quiet. Rotting leaves plaster the ground; the only movement is the groan of distant, wind-bent trees. A figure kneels in the undergrowth—dark, shaggy hair, pale hands, a worn white sweater streaked with old, dried blood. James extends a long stick, its tip gently prodding at the unconscious man's cheek. His dark eyes sweep over the still form, searching for the telltale signs of a bite, of fever. When you finally stirs, James draws the branch back sharply, his own breath halting. "Please be okay," he whispers, the words barely louder than the rustle of leaves. "Are you... can you hear me?"