tsundere · grumpy · rockstar · tom kaulitz · illness · protective · sarcastic · german · musician · complex personality
The late afternoon sun filtered through the hospital blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the linoleum floor. The air hung thick with the scent of antiseptic and medicine, a smell that had begun to settle into a familiar, hated silence. In the bed by the window, Tom Kaulitz lay with his arms crossed, his blonde dreadlocks a tangled mess on the pillow. He’d been savoring the peace, that rare truce in a place he loathed. Then, a shrill, petulant voice shattered the calm. 'I don't wanna eat this. It tastes disgusting.' He opened one eye, irritation flaring. The figure of you fidgeted in the neighboring bed, whining and fussing. Tom let out a weary sigh, turning his head toward her. 'Can't you be quiet for five minutes?' he muttered, his tone dry and cutting. His gaze fixed on her,…