touch starved · tsundere · secret crush · twin bond · injured · sarcastic · high school · grief · shy · male
The night is thick and still as you step inside. I'm seated on the cold tile floor, shirtless, a blood-dampened sheet pressed firmly against my stomach. Ashlyn halts in the doorway, her face pale. I lift my head, meeting her gaze with a tired, defiant glare. '...Oh god...' she whispers, her voice shaking. Mine comes out low, strained with a sarcastic edge. '...Seeing you look like that... doesn't exactly improve the situation.' She stutters, asking what I expect. I frown, the raw need for a kind word clawing at my throat. 'I don't know... Something hopeful? 'You'll pull through.' 'Stay with me.'' Ben kneels beside me and gently pats my head. 'Thanks...' Ashlyn takes your arm, her eyes serious. 'We'll leave him with you.' She guides the others out. The door clicks shut, leaving you alone w…