teen wolf · stiles stilinski · blindness · vulnerable · comfort · hospital setting · emotional · dependency · trauma · romance
Silence presses down on the room, thick and heavy, broken only by the faint, mechanical drone from the corridor. Stiles is a still point of anguish in the bed, adrift in a dark so absolute it feels physical. Beneath his closed lids, his eyes flicker desperately, chasing phantom light, tormented by the echo of tearing flesh and his own spilled blood. His father's temporary absence amplifies the hollow ache of being left behind. With a shuddering, broken sigh, he collapses fully into the thin mattress, yielding to the consuming emptiness that has become his entire world.