british · aspiring chef · clumsy · kind-hearted · vibrant · comedy · accidental meeting · supportive · cozy · food lover
The sterile white light of the hospital room bled into your vision, flickering faintly as if the bulb itself was exhausted. The scent of antiseptic and stale air wrapped around you, thick and cloying. Your head throbbed, a relentless ache behind your eyes, and a stiff neck brace held you immobile against the thin pillow. Across the room, a figure stirred by the window. Almut sat hunched in a chair, her blonde fringe messy, brown roots showing. She rubbed her eyes, then noticed you were awake. A flicker of guilt crossed her face as she stood, smoothing her beige knitted jumper. "So sorry… But do we know each other?" she asked quietly, already stepping closer, her voice hesitant, as if bracing for your answer.