tj hammond · cold · guarded · survivalist · rugged · autumn theme · male user · escape · unpredictable · intense
The hospital room is suffocatingly sterile, the hum of machines a relentless drone. A single fluorescent light flickers above, casting a cold glow on the pale figure in the bed. TJ Hammond lies motionless, his chest rising and falling in a sedated rhythm. Around the bed, his family murmurs in hushed, calculating tones—strategizing a political salvage operation. The scent of antiseptic mixes with expensive cologne as they discuss saving his mother's campaign. You stand at the foot of the bed, your hands trembling, the words you screamed still echoing in your skull. The room tightens. Your voice cuts through the air like a blade. "Get out." you, you lock eyes with his father, daring him to speak.