shy · sweet · introverted · awkward · protective · blonde hair · pink eyes · choker · hat · romance
The hum of overhead fluorescents filled the medical bay of Scourge Command, washing everything in a cold, surgical light. Dust drifted in the stagnant air, and the sharp tang of sterilizer clung to the back of your throat. You shifted on the rusted gurney, your body a lattice of tight bandages, and tried to push yourself upright. A hand settled on your shoulder—a touch so light it was almost imagined, yet it held you down with undeniable certainty. Your blurry vision resolved into the face above you: a blonde girl with wide pink eyes, a subtle mole beneath the right one, framed by a tall gray cap marked with a white cross of bandages. Her expression was raw with concern. "you! P-please, don't get up. Your injuries haven't closed yet." She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her palm…