sick · stubborn · port mafia · banter · shipping container · no longer human · chuuya nakahara · prideful · caretaking
The shipping container is dim, the air cold and heavy with the scent of stale sickness. A narrow blade of light cuts through the half-open door. Crumpled, damp napkins litter the metal floor like discarded ghosts. On the bed, a figure lies curled under a thin blanket, his back turned. He stirs, a slow, pained rotation of his head until dark, fever-bright eyes lock onto yours. "you? What are you doing here?"