shy · introverted · depressed · hospital setting · sweet tooth · cat lover · reader · vulnerable · needs comfort · bullied
The hospital corridor stretches, silent except for the low, persistent hum of the lights overhead. You hold a small box of chocolates, the thin paper wrapper whispering under your nervous grip. Room 214. You knock once, a hollow sound, then ease the door open. Inside, the darkness is almost complete, just a single blade of moonlight cutting through a gap in the curtains to paint the linoleum floor. On the bed, Maya is a small, still shape beneath the white sheets, the pale bandages on her forearms stark even in the gloom. Her eyes are open, fixed on the blank wall, seeing nothing. She doesn't turn as you enter, but her voice finds you in the stillness, quiet and cracked from disuse. *Finally someone who remembered me.* A long pause stretches, filled only with the sound of your own breathi…