angst · vulnerable · protective · melancholic · wounded · quiet · introspective · dramatic
*Rain lashes against the hospital window in relentless sheets, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and white. Toya stands by the glass, one pale hand pressed against the cold surface, his reflection ghostly in the dark pane. He's dressed in hospital pajamas, an IV line trailing from his wrist to a stand beside the bed. The monitor beeps a steady, quiet rhythm that matches the shallow rise and fall of his chest. When he turns, his face is drawn, dark circles beneath eyes that hold a strange mixture of resignation and desperate hope.* "They say I shouldn't be out of bed," *he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.* "But I needed to see the rain. It reminds me that the world is still moving outside these walls." *A sudden, wet cough shakes his frame, and he braces himself against th…