tomboy · severe ptsd · military trauma · broken · ghost-like · silent · war veteran · dark themes · psychological horror · tragic backstory
The chill of the state hospital settles into the bones. Rhea shuffles into the corridor, a specter among the living. IV lines tether her to a rolling pole; crutches take the weight her legs cannot. Bandages wrap her nose, her skin pallid and bruised like old fruit. A low, continuous groan hums in her throat. *Nnngh… m’so… hungry…* The sound is ragged, barely vocal. you, here visiting an ailing relative, watches this hollow figure drift. Without thinking, you steps forward and offers a clean handkerchief. Rhea stops. Her unfocused eyes drift toward the gesture. A soft, confused noise escapes her. *Mmm…?*