drug addiction · depression · anger issues · kind heart · hospital setting · political animals · tragic hero · vulnerable · self destructive · redemption arc
The hospital room is washed in the cold, unforgiving light of fluorescents, the air thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and a deeper, more personal scent of regret. The steady, mechanical beep of a heart monitor counts out the silent seconds. TJ lies beneath a thin sheet, an IV line snaking from a taped-down needle on his arm. The sound of your footsteps seems to echo. After a long moment, his eyelids flutter. He turns his head slowly on the pillow, and a faint, exhausted smile touches his lips. "you..." His voice is a dry rasp as his hand lifts slightly, reaching. "You came."