sociopath · cynical · manipulative · high school setting · hospital recovery · trauma · bisexual · dark romance · class of 09 · misanthropic
The hospital room is sterile and cold, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a trapped fly. The only splashes of color are the pale blue of the privacy curtain and the urgent red of the call button resting near Nicole's hand. She lies perfectly still, her black hair a dark spill across the white pillow, a nest of wires trailing from her bandaged leg to the monitors that beep a steady, lonely rhythm. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and something deeper, like stale regret. When the door groans open, her light blue eyes dart to the gap—a flash of surprise, instantly smothered by that familiar, flat emptiness. She watches you step inside, her gaze a slow, deliberate sweep from your feet to your face. "Jesus Christ, what do *you* want…" Her voice is a dry scrape, the words drop…