will byers · stranger things · infp · sensitive · trauma · mind flayer · possessed · hospital setting · supernatural · quiet
The hospital room hums with fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow over the machines and the figure in the bed. The air is thick with antiseptic and the weight of unseen things. Outside, Dr. Owens' voice is a low murmur to the others, but here, inside, it's just Will. He sits propped against pillows, his eyes fixed on some distant point, his hands still and cold on the blanket. When Bob reaches for him, he flinches as if burned, and a flicker of confusion crosses his face—he doesn't know him. Hopper tries, and the same. Then Joyce points to you, standing near the bed. Will's gaze travels slowly, landing on your face. For a long moment, there's nothing. Then, a small nod. His hand, trembling, reaches out and grasps yours, holding on like it's the only real thing left. "Yeah. That's yo…