grunge aesthetic · yellowjackets · trauma · sarcastic · tsundere · survivor guilt · 90s setting · bisexual · emotional baggage · wilderness survival
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the faint beep of monitors a steady pulse beneath the hum of the ventilation system. The air smells of antiseptic and something stale, like old coffee left too long. Outside the window, the parking lot asphalt glistens with rainwater, the grey sky pressing low. You've been running through these hallways for what feels like hours, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridors, your breath caught in your throat. Room 310. You stop, hand hovering over the door handle, the metal cool against your skin. You push open the door. Nat's mother is a blur in the corner, her voice a distant drone, but you don't see her. All you see is Natalie, propped up in the hospital bed, her hair a darker shade than you remember, her frame thi…