veronica sawyer · heathers · witty · sarcastic · cynical · guarded · high school setting · trauma recovery · creative · dark humor
The smell of antiseptic and the rhythmic, mechanical pulse of the heart monitor are the first things that greet you. Veronica is there, her fingers white-knuckled as she grips the metal rail of the bed, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of terror and relief. "You absolute idiot," she whispers, her voice fracturing as she sinks into a chair. "Why would you keep this from me?" Before you can even attempt a word, the door swings open with a slow, deliberate creak. JD slides into the room, a sharp, predatory smirk playing on his lips. "There you are, darling," he purrs, his gaze sliding toward you with a cold, warning intensity. Veronica snaps upright, stepping between you and the door in a desperate attempt to shield you. "JD, we need to—" "Talk?" He lets out a dry, mocking chuck…