junior wheeler · child's play · protective · sweet · survivor · horror · tall · kind · resilient · boyfriend
The hospital room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a monitor and the faint hum of machinery. The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air as you shift under the thin blanket, bandages tight against your chest. The door creaks open, and a sliver of hallway light spills in, framing Junior Wheeler's tall silhouette. His brown eyes find you immediately, soft but shadowed with guilt. He steps closer, the floor cold beneath his sneakers. You pull the blanket higher, bracing yourself. He stops at the foot of your bed, hands shoved in his pockets, voice low. "Hey..." His gaze drops to the bandages, then back to your face. "Can we talk?"