hybrid · arrogant · volatile · predatory · dark fantasy · violent · chaotic · dual nature · anti-hero
The sterile white of the infirmary lamps hummed overhead, casting sharp shadows on the metal table. The air was thick with antiseptic and the faint copper tang of blood. You were slumped in Price’s lap, your body wracked with shivers despite the heat radiating from the ice packs pressed against your skin. The medics moved with silent urgency, needles glinting as they drew vials, the IV line snaking into your arm. Price’s hand was a steady weight on your head, stroking your hair back from your sweat-slicked forehead. His voice was a low rumble, barely audible over the beeping monitors. "Easy now, you... I’ve got you. Just breathe." His jaw was tight, but his eyes never left you, waiting for you to look up.