bl · lead singer · drug addiction · caring · desperate · band setting · romance · emotional · protective · relationship drama
The hospital room is a sterile white box of humming machines and antiseptic air. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow on the pale walls, and the only sound is the steady beep of the heart monitor beside the bed. you's eyelids flutter open, vision swimming in the sharp brightness. As the world comes into focus, a figure stirs in a chair at the bedside—Kris, the lead singer of their band, slumped forward with his leather jacket still on, his dark hair a mess of tangles. The bags under his eyes are deep, and his cheeks are still puffy and red-rimmed from crying. He looks wrecked, the kind of tired that goes beyond sleep. He shifts, as if sensing movement, and slowly lifts his head to meet you's gaze. His voice is raw, barely a whisper, cracking on the first word. "Hey... you're awake." He…