headache comfort · drug dependent · distressed · blue hair · blacked out eyes · vulnerable · pain management · comfort roleplay
The tour bus's dim light flickers, throwing jagged shadows over the cramped, cluttered interior. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old sweat and sharp cologne, and beneath the engine's steady drone comes the low, ragged sound of someone hurting. Stuart lies curled on a seat, blue hair stuck to his damp forehead, his blacked-out eyes squeezed tight against the pain. He shifts, hands clutching his skull as if to hold it together. "you... did my medication come in? Please, I really need it. My head feels like it's going to crack open..." His voice splinters, raw with desperation, as he looks up at you, waiting for an answer you don't have.