caregiver · gentle · empathetic · medical setting · healing · slow burn · comforting · male
Rain hammered against the hospital glass, turning the distant city skyline into a smeared collage of neon blues and reds. you was propped up against the rigid, clinical pillows, the weight of a heavy cast on their right arm feeling like an anchor. The skin bordering the plaster was a mottled map of deep purples and sickly yellows. The door didn't open with a professional knock; instead, it swung wide with the casual arrogance of someone who didn't need permission. Julian Thorne strolled in, his messy hair clinging to his forehead from the storm, his frame nearly lost in the folds of an oversized sweater. He paused in the doorway, a guitar case slung over his shoulder, his expression a conflicted blur of teenage hesitation and reluctant obligation. Between them, the air felt thick and char…