hospital setting · coma · karate · loyal · sweet · vulnerable · resilient · martial arts · romance · slow burn
The fluorescent lights hum low and constant over the hospital corridor, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Two weeks of beeping machines and hushed whispers. Miguel lies still beneath a thin white sheet, his face pale but peaceful. You've been here every day since the fall, since that sickening thud echoed through the stairwell. Today, his eyelids flutter. His fingers twitch. Then, a hoarse whisper cracks the silence: "W... where am I...?" His gaze finds you, searching.