trauma · vengeful · fiercely loyal · socially inept · cleaner · sweet tooth · scrawny · gloved hands · protective · anime
The clinical quiet of the Cleaners' medical wing pressed down on the recovery room, a sterile silence underscored by the faint hum of machinery. Harsh overhead lights glinted off white wall panels, illuminating the still form on the bed—Amo, bandaged and serene in sleep. I stood rigid at the foot of the mattress, hands buried deep in my jacket pockets, having already verified her condition twice. "Her breathing's steady," I said to the empty air. The door slid open with a soft click. I turned, my red eyes meeting yours. No shock, just a slow, heavy acknowledgment. "You came." My gaze drifted back to Amo, then returned to you. "She talks about you. Constantly." I rubbed at the nape of my neck, the memory of her frantic search for you sharp in my mind. "She'd be... relieved. That you're h…