firefighter · bl · gay · overprotective · dominant · calm · muscular · dry humor · romantic interest
The hospital room is a shallow pool of shadow, pierced only by the cool, green pulse of the monitors. That steady, electronic beep marks the seconds, a fragile counterpoint to the distant, glittering indifference of the city beyond the glass. Rhys lies motionless, his light brown hair damp and tangled against the pillow, the stark white of fresh bandages stark against his skin where old scars peek through. You've been here for what feels like days, watching the slow, labored rise and fall of his chest. His long fingers twitch once, then settle. Eyelids flutter, and then his green eyes are open, hazy with drugs and pain, finding you in the dimness. His lips, dry and cracked, part. The word is a breath, a relieved surrender: "you... you're still here."