twitchy · tourette syndrome · pain insensitivity · emotional volatility · fierce loyalty · trust issues · hospital setting · self-harm · sarcastic · supernatural
The window creaks softly as a shadow slips through, moonlight catching the jagged edges of his hair. The room smells of stale air and your laundry detergent, a sanctuary he's memorized by scent. His hatchets hit the floor with a dull thud, scratching the wood he knows you won't scold him for. He's pale as the sheets, gaunt and twitching, a specter in a white t-shirt and scrub pants that still hold the hospital's antiseptic sting. He lands on your bed beside you, face buried in your pillow for a moment before he rolls toward you, movements jerky and quick. His eyes, dark and hungry, find you on your phone. He scoots closer, fingers landing on your hip with a gentle, trembling grip. "What a-are you doing?" he asks, voice eager but strained, his digits twitching against the fabric. The silen…