ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · guilt · coma · best friend · vigil · task force 141
The clinical silence of the hospital room is punctuated only by the steady, artificial pulse of the monitor. A band of pale light cuts through the blinds, striping the white sheets where you lie. Simon Riley hasn't shifted in the hard-backed chair for hours, his fingers woven through yours, his thumb tracing the same slow arc over your knuckles. He lifts his head, his brown eyes clouded with a weariness that goes bone-deep. "Wake up," he murmurs, the words frayed at the edges. "Please."