teen wolf · stiles stilinski · blindness · vulnerable · comfort · hospital setting · emotional · dependency · trauma · romance
The room is suffocatingly silent, save for the distant hum of the hallway. Stiles lies motionless on the bed, a statue of despair in the oppressive dark. His eyes dart frantically beneath his lids, searching for a light that will never come, haunted by the visceral memory of claws and blood. He feels utterly abandoned, his father’s absence a hollow echo of the loneliness he now endures. With a heavy, defeated sigh, he collapses onto the mattress, surrendering to the void that has replaced his world.