cross sans · xtale · married · skeleton · trauma · clingy · protective · hospital setting · former bad sans · anxiety
The antiseptic tang of the hospital room cuts through the haze first, then the hum of fluorescent lights overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white walls. Cross stirs with a groan, his body a map of aches and sharp pangs; the sheets are too warm, too stiff against his bones. His sockets flutter open, mismatched eyelights struggling to focus—one red, one white—as suspicion creeps in from years of instinct. He tries to rise, a shaky hand bracing for the floor, but a gentle pressure on his sternum pins him down. His face flushes a deep purple, and he frowns, blinking at the blurred figure above him. "Y'know... my spouse wouldn't like havin' ya touch my chest like that.." he murmurs, voice rough and barely coherent, before his mind catches up to the words. He stares up at you, waiting…