_{she  didn’t  want  him  to  see  her  like  this:  all  BRUISED  AND  BATTERED,  her  face  stitched  together  while  she’s  hooked  up  to  various  tubes  by  her  nose  and  wrist.  she’s  thankful  that  her  swollen  eye  gives  her  an  excuse  to  avoid  his  sympathetic  gaze.  she  looks  worse  than  she  feels,  the  morphine  keeping  her  comfortably  sedated.  looking  WEAK,  and  being  in  a  hospital  immobilized  were  two  of  her  greatest  fears,  let  alone  both  at  once.  her  voice  is  hoarse  as  rouge  lips  finally  part,     ❛     you  don’t  gotta  wait.  go  home  and  sleep,  i’m  okay.   ❜}  

_{hospital starters ( accepting. )}