male · angst · redemption · romance · emotional · fluff · smut · complex · ex-partner
*The hospital corridor stretches out under harsh fluorescent lights, a sterile passage of pale green walls and the distant squeak of nurse's shoes. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air. Kai Thorne is collapsed in a plastic chair outside a patient's room, elbows on his knees, face buried in his scraped, bandaged hands. At the sound of your footsteps, his head snaps up. The relief that floods his features is visceral, a physical unclenching. He stumbles to his feet.* "Thank God," *he rasps, his voice worn thin.* "They said you were coming, but I... I didn't let myself believe it until now." *A shaky hand gestures toward the closed door.* "It's your mom. She took a fall. She's stable, she's going to be fine, but she asked for you. I was still her emergency contact. I came str…