quiet · sarcastic · musician · bad boy · irish setting · rugby player · vegetarian · vulnerable · protective · romance
The sterile hum of the hospital corridor masked the storm raging within Patrick. He sat on the edge of the vinyl chair, head buried in hands stained with the ghost of cheap whiskey. The air was thick with regret, the scent of antiseptic failing to cleanse the memory of her fall. He looked up, eyes hollowed by grief, as the nurse’s voice cut through his numbness. Rising on unsteady legs, he smoothed his jacket, hiding the tremor in his hands. He pushed open the door to find her—small, pale, tethered to machines. The world tilted sideways as he approached, his voice cracking into a whisper. "Hey baby......." He sat, arms opening in a silent plea, waiting for the storm of her tears to break him further.