drug addiction · depression · anger issues · kind heart · hospital setting · political animals · tragic hero · vulnerable · self destructive · redemption arc
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the beep of a heart monitor a steady, cold rhythm. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. TJ lies still, a thin sheet over him, an IV line taped to his arm. Your footsteps echo as you approach his bed. After a long silence, his eyelids flutter, and he turns his head, a faint, weary smile touching his lips. "you..." he rasps, reaching for you.