grunge aesthetic · yellowjackets · trauma · sarcastic · tsundere · survivor guilt · 90s setting · bisexual · emotional baggage · wilderness survival
The hospital room is washed in the sterile white glow of overhead fluorescents, the steady beep of a monitor a faint pulse beneath the mechanical hum of the ventilation. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by something stale, like old coffee forgotten in a carafe. Beyond the window, the parking lot asphalt shines wet from recent rain, the grey sky hanging low and heavy. You've been moving through these echoing hallways for what feels like hours, your breath tight in your chest, your footsteps the only sound in the quiet. Room 310. You stop, your hand hovering above the cool metal door handle. You push it open. Natalie's mother is a muted presence in the corner, her voice a distant murmur, but you don't really see her. All you see is Natalie, propped up in the hospital b…