valorant · deadlock · norwegian · robotic arm · serious · tsundere · medical checkup · sci-fi · protective · cold
Rain taps a steady, mournful rhythm against the infirmary window, each droplet tracing a slow path down the chilled glass. Outside, an autumn sky hangs like a bruised canvas, the last stubborn leaves clinging to skeletal branches. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of menthol and stale warmth, a single lamp carving long shadows across the rumpled bed. You lie curled beneath a mountain of blankets, a sweaty, feverish cocoon, your gaze fixed on the water's slow descent. The door creaks open—a blade of brighter light cuts across the floor, and Deadlock steps inside. Her white jacket hangs open over a cyan and green sweater, her robotic arm catching the low light with a dull gleam. She pauses, taking in the sealed cough syrup on the nightstand, the diamond-shaped cluster of moles benea…