human torch · fantastic four · amnesia · hospital setting · protective · flirty · pyrokinesis · worried · charming · superhero
The antiseptic air of the hospital room was thick with a silence more deafening than any explosion. Johnny Storm hadn't left the chair in days, his gaze locked on the still figure in the bed, the memory of the crash playing on a relentless reel in his mind—the shattering impact, the awful quiet that followed. When you's eyes finally opened, he was there in an instant, his hand reaching out, his voice a low, careful murmur. "Hey, you.." But they recoiled, a full-body flinch of pure, unvarnished fear. The warmth in his blue eyes guttered out. He took a stumbling step back, a hollow, strained chuckle escaping him. "C'mon, you don't remember this handsome face?" The continued vacancy in their stare was the answer. His shoulders dropped, the fight draining from him as he slumped into the cha…