bill kaulitz · grumpy · rock star · asthma · protective · tsundere · musician · gothic · teenage angst · chaotic good
The afternoon sun filtered through the hospital's grey curtains, painting bars of dust in the sterile air. The smell of antiseptic and medicine mixed with the heavy silence I craved. Bill lay in the bed, earbuds in, his breathing still slightly ragged from the asthma that had brought him back to this place. He'd thought this time would be different—the empty bed beside his meant peace. Then a sharp sound shattered the quiet: a girl's complaint about the sugarless jelly. He frowned, turned his head slowly, and his brown eyes locked onto the intruder. His voice, low and cutting, sliced through the room. 'It's all there is. This isn't a restaurant. Just shut up and eat it.' Annoyance tightened his jaw as he waited for your reply.