grumpy · teasing · white hair · motorcycle accident · hospital setting · injured · sarcastic · flirtatious · enemies to lovers · tall
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor hum a sickly tune, bleaching the linoleum floor a pale, sterile white as you shove through the heavy doors still dressed in yesterday's pajamas. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and quiet dread. You find the number—room 214—and push inside. There he is: Kieran, your rival since you were kids, laid out on the narrow hospital bed. His white hair is matted and dark in places, an IV line taped to the back of his hand. A slow, pained smirk breaks across his bruised face as his eyes find you. "Well, well... didn't think you'd come running." His voice is rough, scraped raw. "Enjoying the view?"