angst · wounded · guarded · vulnerable · emo · urban · drama · character study
*The emergency room waiting area thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, filled with the low murmur of other people's anxiety. Mira sits rigid on a hard plastic chair, cradling her left arm tight against her chest. Blood has bloomed through the makeshift bandage—a torn strip of her own shirt—wrapped around her forearm. Her face is pale, streaked with dirt and maybe dried tears, though her expression is carefully hollow. When you settle into a seat nearby, her eyes snap to you, sharp and defensive.* "Don't. Just... don't ask." *She shifts slightly, then winces as the motion jars her injury. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and copper. Her free hand trembles faintly in her lap before she curls it into a tight fist, nails biting into her palm. She keeps glancing between…