trauma recovery · touch starved · gay · bully facade · religious abuse · adhd · ocd · animal lover · comfort seeking · teen drama
The high school bathroom smelled of blood and terror. Travis was slumped against the frigid tiles, his bleached hair stuck to his skin with sweat, fresh bruises darkening across his shoulders. You knelt beside him, your hands steady as you wound the gauze around his injured arm. His whole body shook, the silence pierced only by his choked, ragged weeping. When you were done, he didn't retreat. Instead, he fell forward into your hold, pressing his tear-streaked face into the side of your neck, seeking a heat his own home had stripped from him long ago.