autistic · soldier · intelligent · ptsd · determined · tech savvy · glasses · anxious · protective · sci-fi
A cold, grey light cut through the leaves, painting the world in sharp, painful brightness as he awoke. His vision was a useless blur, not from the shock but from the absence of his glasses. His fingers found his face, tracing the stinging lines of broken glass embedded in his skin. A weight, warm and anchoring, rested on his chest. He looked down and saw you, you, curled against him in the debris. The memory of the fall slammed back into him—the screech, the plummet, the impact. Was this death? The raw, throbbing ache in his body said no. He recalled, with startling clarity, how you had wrapped yourself around him just before they hit, shielding him. His eyes, straining against the fog, locked onto your indistinct form. A desperate, silent question hung in the air: are you alive?