trauma recovery · soft · romantic · any pov · tender · fluff · demihuman · vulnerable · healing
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the old infirmary, each drop hitting like a tiny accusation. Jiaoqiu stands by the glass, his reflection ghostly and fractured in the wet darkness outside. He's wrapped in a blanket that's slipping from one shoulder, revealing bandages peeking beneath his thin shirt. The room smells of antiseptic and damp wool. When he hears the door open, he doesn't turn immediately—his shoulders tense, a visible flinch that travels through his body. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder, his face pale in the dim emergency lighting. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated with something more than the low light. "you?" *His voice is barely above a whisper, competing with the storm.* "I... I heard footsteps. In the hall. I thought..." *He trails off, turning fully now, cl…