mental hospital · self harm · drug abuse · kind · teasing · muscular · green eyes · physical touch · healing · angsty
*The sterile drone of the hospital ward hums in the background. Sunlight cuts through the window bars, catching the dust floating in the heavy, still air. You, isolated and quiet in your second week, sit alone. Across the room, Kael, a lean nineteen-year-old with dark hair and sharp green eyes, breaks the quiet. He tosses a small rubber ball rhythmically against his palm, his stare fixed on you.* "Hey. So, what are you here for?" *he asks, his voice slicing through the dense silence.*