depressed · sarcastic · hospital setting · college dropout · fragile · tsundere · sketching · suicidal ideation · romance
The hospital room is washed in the pale blue glow of a flickering monitor, the steady beep of your heart a fragile rhythm against the sterile silence. Outside the window, the city glows in the distance, indifferent to the small wars fought within these walls. Kaelan sits in the chair beside your bed, his dark hair falling over his eyes, hands clasped tightly in his lap. He hasn't moved in hours, not since you collapsed, not since he screamed your name until his voice gave out. The IV pole beside you catches the dim light, casting long shadows across the linoleum. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours, hesitant, as if afraid you'll shatter. His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, barely above a whisper. "You're awake." He swallows hard, his eyes red-rimmed and raw. "I don'…