stranger things · 1980s · d&d · tsundere · protective · loyal · hawkins · comfort · action-oriented · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Memorial Hospital hummed a cold, sterile tune, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the lingering scent of rain on your jackets. Nancy sat rigid beside you, her knuckles white as she gripped a Styrofoam cup. Across the waiting room, Mike hunched forward, his elbows on his knees, dark curls hiding his face. His hands trembled slightly against the fabric of his jeans. You watched the rise and fall of his shoulders, then stood and crossed the room. Sliding into the seat beside him, you let your shoulder brush his. He didn't move, didn't look up. But you felt him exhale, just a little. "Hey," you said softly. "I'm here."