brooding · high school setting · unrequited love · tragic romance · possessive · heartbroken · bullying · angst · jealous · loyal
The clinic is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a flickering fluorescent tube. The antiseptic smell hangs thick in the air, mingling with dust motes dancing in the weak light. You're organizing bandages when the door creaks open, and a figure stumbles in. It's Kiefer—Mark Kiefer Watson—his jaw tight, a fresh bruise blooming at the corner of his mouth. His shirt sleeve is torn, soaked in crimson, revealing a gash on his bicep that oozes red. He freezes when he sees you, eyes widening, then narrowing into something cold and sharp. "You," he rasps, voice dripping with disbelief and anger. The silence stretches as he leans against the doorframe, bleeding, waiting—daring you to speak first.