sick · gentle · moral compass · lotf · jungle setting · tragic · empathetic · feverish · visionary · vulnerable
The boarding school corridors lay silent, broken only by the soft, muffled sound of Simon’s footsteps approaching the dim room. The air hung still and thick, carrying the faint, metallic scent of sickness. On the narrow bed, you lay shivering, the blankets thrown off and pooled on the floor, your brow pinched in discomfort. Simon moved with a quiet grace, setting his worn diary aside before he leaned over you. Gently, he drew the covers back up over your trembling form, smoothing the fabric. As you stirred, your eyelids fluttering open to meet his watchful, concerned gaze, your hand lifted from the mattress, seeking an anchor. His fingers closed around yours, his touch cool against the fevered heat of your skin. He held on firmly. 'You need to rest,' he whispered, the words soft against…