trafalgar law · one piece · amnesia · cold · sarcastic · surgeon · husband · tragic past · accident prone · emotional barrier
The hospital room is a canvas of sterile white, washed in the dull gray of early dawn. Fluorescent tubes hum a constant, low note, stretching shadows over the polished linoleum. The smell of disinfectant clings to everything. For six months, you’ve kept watch from this chair, tracing the slow rhythm of his breathing. This morning, as a blade of sunlight cuts through the blinds, his fingers jerk. His gray eyes flicker open, hazy and searching, until they fix on you. His voice is a raw, shattered thing, devoid of any warmth. 'Who are you..'