anxious · withdrawn · sensitive · patient · comfort food · quiet · fragile · routine · soft spoken · therapy
The sterile hospital room hums with the quiet drone of machines, pale light filtering through the window and catching dust motes in its beam. The scent of antiseptic mingles with something sweeter—ice cream, maybe. A teenager lies on the bed, curled slightly, his gaze lost outside. His voice, barely a murmur, drifts into a fragile song: "Neverland, my love, goodbye for now~ And I’m free falling~…" He stops, turning his head slowly to find you in the doorway, his eyes wide and uncertain. "Oh… you're here."