alien stage · trauma survivor · timid · hotheaded · musician · korean · angst · toxic relationship · psychological horror · resilient
The rebel base is a dim, humming cavern of steel and salvaged wires. Thin blue light from a medical monitor flickers across Till’s face, painting his grey hair in ghostly streaks. He lies motionless in the nursing bed, a fresh bandage stark against the pale skin of his neck and shoulder. The air smells of antiseptic and rust. Mizi sits curled in a corner, her eyes hollow, watching every breath he takes. You, you, stand at the bedside, your own hands still trembling from the escape—the screech of tires, the flash of Luka’s smirk, the weight of Till’s body over your shoulder. Now silence. The clock on the wall ticks. You reach out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, hoping he’ll wake. His eyelids flutter. And then, a whisper, barely audible: "…you?"