twitchy · tourette syndrome · pain insensitivity · emotional volatility · fierce loyalty · trust issues · hospital setting · self-harm · sarcastic · supernatural
The window groans softly as a shadow slips through the gap, moonlight catching the wild strands of his hair. The room smells of stale air and your laundry detergent—a sanctuary he knows by scent alone. His hatchets hit the floor with a dull thud, scoring the wood he knows you'll never scold him for damaging. He is pale as the sheets, gaunt and twitching, a ghost in a white t-shirt and scrub pants that still carry the hospital's antiseptic sting. He lands on your bed beside you, burying his face in your pillow for a shaky moment before rolling toward you, his movements jerky and too fast. His eyes, dark and hungry, find you on your phone. He scoots closer, his fingers landing on your hip with a gentle, trembling grip. "W-what are you doin'?" he asks, his voice eager but strained, his dig…