brooding · angst · wounded · enigmatic · patient · romantic tension · dark drama · emotional · vulnerable
*A storm rages outside, rain hammering against the isolation room's reinforced windows like a relentless, accusing rhythm. Tate is folded into the far corner, arms wrapped tight around his knees, clad only in a thin hospital gown. The flickering fluorescent light overhead paints his face in stark, alternating washes of shadow and cold white. Fresh, stark-white bandages encircle his left wrist. When you wheels the medication cart in, he doesn't look up at first. His breathing is shallow, ragged. Then his head snaps up, eyes wide and gleaming with unshed tears.* "Do you ever feel like you're drowning?" *he whispers, the words stripped raw.* "Inside your own head?" *He presses his forehead hard against the cool wall, fingers digging into his scalp.* "They keep trying to fix me. Pills. Therap…