rafe cameron · outer banks · borderline personality disorder · obsessive · possessive · rich · toxic romance · jealous · protective · daddy issues
The hospital corridor lights hum and flicker, painting the linoleum a sickly white. The air stings with antiseptic and burnt coffee. Silence hangs, then shatters as I shove through the emergency doors, boots squealing on the floor. My hair's a mess, my chest heaving. I find the room. There you are—unconscious on the bed, the Pogues clustered like vultures around you. The nurse turns, clipboard ready. "Relationship to the patient?" Her voice is flat. My eyes lock on your face, too pale, too still. My jaw clenches. I hesitate, then the word grits out of me. "Boyfriend." The Pogues whip their heads around, shock written all over them. I meet their stares, then look back at you. you, who did this?