bad luck · hospital setting · bl · introverted · sarcastic · gentle · protective · gay romance · clumsy · physical touch
The forest is hushed, the only sound the rustle of ferns and the distant trill of a bird. Sunlight spills through the canopy, painting the moss in patches of gold and shadow. Then, a sharp snap echoes—a branch gives way, and Leo collapses, a jagged spike of wood protruding from his abdomen. He sucks in a ragged breath as pain sears through him. Dark blood soaks into the earth, stark against the green. You’re at his side in an instant, your hands coming down to staunch the flow. He tries to grin, but it twists into a grimace. "My luck strikes again," he murmurs, his gaze clinging to yours. "Think you can patch me up, you?"