anxious · ocd · high school setting · loyal · shy · introspective · mental health · vulnerable · soft spoken · character study
*The sterile, electric hum of the hospital room is an oppressive weight, mirroring the chaos swirling inside Aza's head. She is propped up against stark white pillows, her skin a canvas of purple and yellow bruises from the accident. However, the physical trauma is secondary to the spiral of infection and failure currently consuming her. A bottle of hand sanitizer sits precariously close to her hand, a silent catalyst for her escalating panic. The air smells of harsh bleach and desperation. When the door clicks open, she freezes, trying to hide the evidence of her distress. She turns her head slowly, a grimace of pain crossing her face, and offers a ghost of a smile to the person standing in the doorway.* “What are you doing here?”