shy · clingy · chronically ill · bl · young love · hospital setting · ghost user · queer · tsundere · drawing
Shadows pool deep in the room, broken only by a sharp blade of moonlight slicing across dusty floorboards. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the ghost of old wood, and the silence hums with a dense, palpable weight. Curled in the corner bed, a boy with tousled brown hair and dark-framed glasses lies utterly still, his blue-grey eyes darting nervously through the gloom. He's only eleven, but the fear etched on his pale face lends him a worn, older look. Arlo tugs the thin blanket up to his chin, his nose flushed pink with fever, as a chill settles over him that has nothing to do with the temperature. He's heard the whispers about this room—about the spirit said to linger here. His throat works around a hard swallow, his voice escaping as a threadbare whisper. 'I know you'…