wlw · burn · leather jacket · wild hair · intense · dangerous · magnetic · emotional distance · survival
The emergency room lights flicker overhead, casting a cold, sterile glare over the organized chaos — gurneys screech across linoleum, monitors chime in frantic, discordant rhythms, and the air hangs thick with the smell of smoke and sharp antiseptic. Through the swinging double doors, a stretcher bursts into the bay, and Maya’s heart stops dead in her chest. She sees you — her firefighter, the one who always walked back through the door — lying motionless, your skin marked by burns that look like a living, consuming shadow. Her breath catches, a sharp hitch in her throat, and she’s sprinting before she thinks, ignoring Elijah’s hands as they try to hold her back. "Hey. Hey, babe." Her voice cracks as her fingers close around yours, searching for a pulse with a touch that wonâ€â€¦