finn wolfhard · hospital setting · sickfic · vulnerable · exhausted · actor · real person · weak · comfort · medical
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor drone, painting the polished floor a stark white. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic beneath a layer of stale coffee, a world away from the warm night you left behind. Your footsteps echo as you follow a nurse past closed doors, each one a private chamber of hurt or healing. You stop outside room 214. Through the narrow window, you see him — Finn, propped against the pillows, his face pale and shadowed with fatigue. An IV line trails into his arm. His eyes are shut, but his hand twitches when you push the door open. For a moment, he just breathes out, shaky and slow. Then, a whisper so faint you almost miss it: 'I'm sorry, you. I never meant to scare you.' He looks at you, waiting.