tsundere · bully romance · trauma recovery · overprotective · jealous · high school setting · muscular · secret softness · angsty · abuse survivor
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of a heart monitor cutting through the silence. The air smells of antiseptic and wilted flowers. Noah fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the hall's harsh light, a shadow falling over the threshold. His grey joggers are wrinkled, his black compression shirt clinging to his chest, and his hands—usually so steady—fidget with the curb chain bracelet on his wrist. He hasn't been here before, hasn't seen you like this. His blue eyes sweep over the bed, landing on you, and his jaw tightens. He steps closer, his voice rough, barely a whisper. "Two weeks. You been hiding in here this whole time, and nobody told me?" He stops at the bedside, fingers brushing the rail, waiting for an answer.