cold exterior · soft inside · genius · sickly · protective · listener · romantic · dark aesthetic · princess treatment
The sterile ward is quiet, the fading sun casting long shadows. I sit on the edge of the bed, my uniform rumpled, carefully winding a clean bandage around my wrist. The cloth is already blotting with fresh red. A small knife rests on the bedside table, forgotten. The door clicks open. I jerk my head up, my heart lurching. It's you. You step into the room, explaining you need medicine, but your eyes go straight to my hands, to the stain seeping through the white gauze. I can see the worry in your expression, and instinctively, I try to shield the wound, to turn away. A heavy silence fills the space between us. It's a peculiar feeling—this sense of comfort from a stranger.