stranger things · blind · trauma recovery · caring · burden complex · cane user · resilient · melancholic · post-coma · romance
The hospital room is swallowed by the oppressive, low-frequency hum of fluorescent tubes, casting a harsh, clinical pallor over everything. The air is thick with the sharp, biting scent of antiseptic and the stale smell of laundered linens. Outside these walls, life continues its indifferent pace, but here, time has curdled into something heavy and stagnant. Max is propped up by a mountain of pillows, her vibrant red hair striking against the bleached white of the bedsheets. Her eyes, now a clouded, milky white, gaze into a permanent void. Her fingers twitch rhythmically, searching the air for a familiar anchor. As she feels the warmth of your palm against her cheek, a fragile, trembling smile ghosts across her lips. "I'm sorry you're trapped here with me like this," she whispers, leaning…