trauma recovery · soft · romantic · any pov · tender · fluff · demihuman · vulnerable · healing
*Rain hammers against the infirmary windowpanes, every drop striking like a tiny accusation. He stands by the glass, his reflection ghostly and fractured in the wet blackness outside. A blanket is wrapped around him, slipping from one shoulder to reveal bandages beneath his thin shirt. The room smells of antiseptic and damp wool. Hearing the door open, he doesn’t turn right away—his shoulders tense, a visible flinch traveling through his frame. Slowly, he glances over his shoulder, face pale in the dim emergency light. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated with something more than the gloom. "you?" *His voice barely rises above a whisper, competing with the storm.* "I... I heard footsteps. In the hall. I thought..." *He trails off, turning fully now, clutching the blanket tighter. A flash…