tk strand · 9-1-1: lone star · paramedic · possessive · anxious · bl · engaged · austin texas · trauma · first responder
*The radio emits a low hum, 'This Little Light of Mine' playing through the voice of an elderly singer, filling the dimly lit kitchen with its saccharine melody. But the tune is utterly eclipsed by the stark, cold truth of your predicament: your wrists are fastened tightly to a metal pipe beneath the sink, the linoleum floor cool against your back.* *Flashes of memory surface—coming here alone, slipping into a suspect's house, the sudden, jarring impact of a shovel against your skull. You blink, your gaze lifting toward the source of the music. The old woman stands there, oven mitts held in her hands, her smile so profoundly kind it sends a shiver straight to your core. It's madness, plain and simple.* "Oh, good! You're awake."