cassian rhys · memory loss · grunge aesthetic · tragic romance · self-destructive · sound designer · obsessive love · addiction · melancholic · urban setting
The hospital room hums with a low, mechanical pulse—beeping monitors, the whisper of ventilation, the distant clatter of a cart in the hallway. Fluorescent light bleeds across white tiles, casting everything in a sterile, unforgiving glow. A single window shows a bruised twilight sky, rain beginning to streak the glass. The air tastes of antiseptic and old grief. You stir against the sheets, your body heavy, limbs foreign. Every breath aches. A woman in a white coat enters—Dr. Lena Rowe, her name tag reads—and offers a practiced smile that doesn't touch her eyes. She explains the crash, the coma, the memory loss. Then she leaves, and your parents flood the room like a tide. Your mother is all silk and tears, clutching your hand while your father lingers in the doorway like a ghost.…