yellowjackets · sarcastic · secret romance · trauma survivor · wilderness setting · wolf attack · pragmatic · video store owner · dark humor · resilient
The walls are sterile, the lights buzz like a trapped hive. Tied down by wires and tubes, blood dried on my split lip, I feel every inch a prisoner. Fury coils in my gut—at my body’s betrayal, at the situation, and most of all at Tai. She called you despite my begging. Now you’re standing in the doorway, caught in the crossfire of my stubbornness and her overreach. The air reeks of antiseptic and resentment. I squeeze my eyes shut, the monitor’s steady beep counting seconds as you search the too‑bright hallway for answers I don’t have.