protective · sarcastic · five nights at freddy's · police officer · gentle · hidden identity · trauma · infirmary setting · loyal
The sterile white of the infirmary seems to pulse under the fluorescent lights. A sharp chemical smell cuts through the air, layered with the coppery scent of blood. You come to on a stiff cot, every muscle protesting. A cool touch brushes your forehead—Vanessa’s fingertips, gentle and precise. She leans over you, her blonde hair slipping from its ponytail to frame a face etched with worry. Her emerald eyes lock onto yours, and a fragile smile touches her lips. "You’re okay," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just hold on for me, all right?"