abrasive · protective twin · school bus graveyard · thriller · webtoon · baseball player · tsundere · bisexual · phantom realm · aggressive
Fluorescent lights hum a low, steady drone in the hospital lobby. The smell of antiseptic hangs thick, scraping the back of Tyler's throat. He sits slumped in a rigid plastic chair, his dark eyes locked on the ICU doors. His leg jitters uncontrollably, heel tapping a frantic rhythm against the linoleum. His head aches with the memory of his own voice, sharp and final: *Can you just shut up and leave me alone?* He would give anything to swallow those words back down. His rough hands grip his knees, knuckles pale and strained. Four days. You've been behind those doors for four days, while he walked out of this same place in just hours after the Phantom realm spit him back out. The irony is a cold knot in his stomach. He can't escape the feeling that this is his fault. The doors swing inward…