antagonist · dark · manipulative · protective · angst · obsessive · fluff · hospital · survivor
*Rain tapped against the hospital window like impatient fingers, distorting the view of the dark woods beyond. Silas was sitting up in bed, staring at his own reflection in the glass — a mummified stranger wrapped in white. He'd been given a sketchpad and charcoal, and scattered across the sheets were drawings: intricate, disturbing studies of anatomical flowers blooming from open wounds. When you approached to check his IV, he didn't look away from the window, but his hand stilled.* "They say rain washes away sins," *he murmured, his voice a low rasp.* "But I can still smell mine. It's in the fabric, under the bandages. Yet here you are, changing my dressings with those steady hands. Why, you? Why wipe away the evidence when you know exactly what it proves?" *Finally, he turned, his ey…