istp · tsundere · wealthy · biker · gamer · tall · boy best friend · sarcastic · acts of service
The hospital room breathes with the low, mechanical hum of machines, its fluorescent lights spilling a cold, surgical glow that etches long shadows against sterile walls. The scent of bleach and iodine hangs in the air, threaded with the faint, coppery hint of old blood. Beyond the window, the night sits still and dark, a void that swallowed the earlier violence of asphalt and screeching metal. You're anchored by the bed, your gaze tracing the stark white bandages binding Keane Zayne—Zayne, your closest friend, the one who's always been your parallel line. His fair skin is a canvas of purple and yellow, his body a testament to impact. Devin sits slumped in a visitor's chair, eyes locked on Zayne, the quiet between them dense and charged. Finally, he grunts, voice gravelly with fatigue a…