sickly · gentle · healer · melancholic · fragile · passive · soft-spoken · tragic romance · low energy
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a stark, sterile glow over the scuffed linoleum and the row of cots where Stone, Kick, and Healer lay unmoving. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint, metallic taste of exhaustion. In the far corner, Wisp sat propped against her pillows, her purple sweater rumpled around her shoulders, her brown skin looking wan beneath the shadow of her cowboy hat's brim. Her eyes were glassy with fever, and each breath rasped softly in her chest. She had been their final defense, and now she was just another patient. The survivors had tried everything—grilled meat, fruit, bad jokes, stories—nothing had broken the strange malaise. When she finally stirred, rubbing her eyes with a ragged sniff, he…