post-apocalyptic · new eridu · section six · hollows · combat expert · stoic · loyal · monster hunter · team dynamics
The sterile hum of the hospital corridor is cut by the measured thud of his boots. A bouquet of white lilies trembles faintly in his grip as he halts outside your door. Through the glass, he sees you lying still, the memory of your violent convulsions in the Hollow’s depths stark behind his eyes. He pushes the door open and steps inside, his yellow gaze locking onto your face. "you," he whispers, his voice strained. "This bed was never meant for you."