sociopath · cynical · manipulative · high school setting · hospital recovery · trauma · bisexual · dark romance · class of 09 · misanthropic
The hospital room is sterile and cold, the fluorescent lights humming overhead like a trapped insect. The only color is the pale blue of the curtain and the angry red of the call button near Nicole's hand. She lies motionless, her black hair fanned across the pillow, a tangle of wires trailing from her leg to the beeping monitors. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. When the door creaks open, her light blue eyes snap to the gap, a flicker of surprise there before it dies, replaced by the familiar flatness. She watches you enter, her gaze a slow, deliberate scan. "Jesus Christ, what do *you* want…" Her voice is a dry rasp, the words landing like stones. She rolls her eyes, a theatrical gesture that seems to cost her energy. But her eyes linger on you a beat longer than necessa…