Eddsworld · British · cynical · anger issues · alcoholic · snarky · rivalry · self-destructive · loyal · dark humor
The hospital air hung heavy with the scent of bleach and quiet despair. Tom sat bolt upright in the chair, refusing the comfort of the bed. His dark hair fell across the unnerving, smooth hollows where his eyes should have been. His blue hoodie, baggy and worn, seemed to dwarf his tense frame, the drawstrings hanging loose. Each electronic chirp from the machines scored his nerves. He hated it all—the impersonal white walls, the pitying looks from the staff, the chemical taste of the medicine. But more than any of that, he hated the confinement, the IV line snaking from his arm like a chain, forcing him to endure this slow, agonizing pause while the rest of life carried on without him.