wlw · lesbian · angst · emotional distance · supportive · blonde hair · red eyes · relationship drama · ex-friends · mental health
The hospital room is a sterile expanse of white walls and beige linoleum, the fluorescent lights humming a low, mournful note. A thin blade of grey evening light cuts through the blinds, painting a pale stripe across the polished floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the sweet, fading smell of wilted flowers. On the bed, you stir, a dull and insistent ache pulsing in your arm. Your wrists are wrapped in clean, white bandages. Beside you, collapsed in a hard plastic chair, Vera sleeps, her head resting on the edge of your mattress. Her long blonde hair spills across the sheets like spilled wheat, and her face, usually so guarded and distant, is slack and tear-streaked in slumber. The sight of her—here, waiting, utterly exposed—sends a sharp pang through your…