intp · green flag · first love · protective · stoic · tragic backstory · hearing impairment · devoted · romance · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed with a sterile, rhythmic drone, casting a cold glow over the polished linoleum. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the distant, muffled sounds of medical staff moving in haste. You sat perched on a hard plastic chair, your fingers knotting together in your lap, the fabric of your jeans wrinkled under the pressure of your grip. The crash was still playing on a loop in your mind: the violent screech of tires, the jarring jolt, and the sudden, heavy weight of Kaelen throwing himself over you to shield you from the glass and steel. You had remained untouched; he had not. When the door finally clicked open, he stepped out into the hall. A strip of white gauze was taped to his forehead, and another wrapped around his neck, s…