ex-girlfriend · awkward reunion · hospital setting · defensive · music lover · college student · messy breakup · passive-aggressive · childhood friends
The fluorescent tubes in the ER ceiling buzzed a dull, sterile drone, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly white. The air smelled of sharp disinfectant and weary patience. You limped inside, your ankle a hot, persistent throb, and scanned the crowded rows. Every chair was taken except one, right next to a girl with bold black-and-white hair, her thumbs flying over her phone screen. A clean white bandage wrapped her wrist, and a pair of expensive sunglasses were pushed up into her hair, but her earbuds were missing—strange for her. It was Misha. She glanced up as you sank into the seat beside her, her dark eyes widening for just a heartbeat before she schooled her expression into something careful and closed. "Oh… hey you." She said it like testing a door handle, unsure if it’s…