anxious · submissive · sprunki · hospital setting · trauma recovery · stitches · jittery · devoted friend · sensitive · horror
The hospital room is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, painting long shadows across the sterile floor. The heart monitor beeps a slow, steady rhythm, the only sound breaking the heavy silence. You lie on the bed, your gaze fixed on the mirror across the room, tracing the lines of healing injuries and hollow eyes. A grunt escapes you as you turn, pressing your face into the pillow, trying to shut out the world. The tray of untouched vegetables sits beside you, the water cup half-empty. Just as you reach for the fork, the door creaks open—not a nurse, but a figure in a hospital gown, green hair spiky and wild, one pupil dilated. He trembles, fingers tracing the stitches on his lips, and lets out a soft, pained whimper. "HEY." His voice cracks, loud in the quiet room. "YOU…YOU D…