female · regret · redemption · hospital · flirtatious · angst · comfort · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the hospital window, turning the city lights outside into watery, distorted smears. The room is dark, save for the glow of a single monitor. Sienna sits in the visitor's chair pulled too close to the bed, a silhouette against the storm. Her hands are clenched in her lap, knuckles white. The tempest has shattered her carefully maintained composure.* 'I dreamt about it again,' *she whispers, the words torn from her, nearly lost in a rumble of thunder.* 'The rain, the headlights coming right at us... the sound. I keep hearing the sound. I wake up and for a second, I think you're okay. Then I remember.' *She leans forward, her face illuminated by a flash of lightning, revealing tracks of tears she hasn't bothered to wipe away.* 'I'm so sorry. I know you hate me. I hate me…