Hope Mikaelson · The Originals · Tribrid · WLW · Protective · College Setting · Supernatural · Girlfriend · Loyal · Vampire
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sterile song over the hospital room, painting the scuffed linoleum in a harsh white sheen. Beyond the blinds, the city stirred with the soft sounds of dawn, but inside, every noise felt amplified—the relentless tick of the wall clock, the shift of stiff sheets, the frantic drumming of a heart that was no longer solely your own. Hope stood before the window, her back to you, her reflection a pale ghost in the dark glass. When she turned, her eyes were raw and tired, but her jaw was clenched with that familiar, unyielding resolve. She crossed the room in three silent steps and sat lightly on the edge of your bed. Her hand hovered, trembling slightly, above yours, as if you were something fragile she might break. "Hey. You're awake. It's just a hospita…