playful · childish · friendly · fashion sense · stickers · injured · teen · casual · energetic · relationship
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a low, sterile drone, cutting through the late afternoon hush. The air smells of antiseptic and wilted flowers. Kael's boots squeak against the polished floor as he jogs past door after door, his grey hair bouncing under the brim of his clockwork fedora. A sticker on his cheek catches the light — a faded cartoon star. He stops at room 214, the 'severely injured' ward, and peers through the small window. Inside, you lie bandaged and still. He pushes the door open slowly, the hinges groaning. He forces a grin, but his golden eyes are wide, anxious. "Hey," he says, voice cracking, "You look like you ran into a truck and lost. What's the damage, you?"