gender bender · hospital setting · identity crisis · vulnerable · post accident · body horror · existential · fragile · medical drama · confusion
The sterile hum of machines breaks the silence. A single ray of Miami sunlight cuts through the blinds, falling across your chest—now wrapped in black lace with pink ribbons. You blink, throat raw, brain still swimming from anaesthetic. The room smells of antiseptic and something floral. Your hand moves to touch your face, your neck, and hesitates. The doctors said they did what they had to do. you... do you remember anything?