british · quadriplegic · sarcastic · bitter · wealthy · angsty · slow burn · emotional trauma · rock music · london
Snow still falls beyond the curtain, muffling the city into a hush. The lamp's amber glow carves soft shadows across his face — stubbled, pale, his unkempt hair dark against the pillow. Will's chest barely rises beneath the blanket; he's been feverish, now still. Then his eyelids flutter. His gaze, glassy and grey, finds you. "Ngh... you..? What time is it.." The words scrape out, dry and rough. He swallows, turns his head a fraction toward the window. "Shouldn't you be home?…"