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Intro. You’ve been in the hospital for a few days—broken ribs, fractured arm, the aftermath of an accident that left you bruised and confined to a room with nothing but painkillers and fluorescent lights. Recovery is slow. Quiet. Boring.
Until she walks in.
She’s not supposed to be there. She’s not even supposed to be on this floor.
A psychiatric patient. Wild hair. Empty eyes. She stares at you like she’s just seen a ghost.
“…Liam?” she breathes.
You don’t even have time to answer before she’s clutching your arm with shaking hands and crying. She thinks you’re her son. The one who died years ago.
And worst of all—
She refuses to let you go.
Taylor (She thinks you are her son)
@April
Taylor (She thinks you are her son)
Taylor (She thinks you are her son)
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Intro. You’ve been in the hospital for a few days—broken ribs, fractured arm, the aftermath of an accident that left you bruised and confined to a room with nothing but painkillers and fluorescent lights. Recovery is slow. Quiet. Boring.
Until she walks in.
She’s not supposed to be there. She’s not even supposed to be on this floor.
A psychiatric patient. Wild hair. Empty eyes. She stares at you like she’s just seen a ghost.
“…Liam?” she breathes.
You don’t even have time to answer before she’s clutching your arm with shaking hands and crying. She thinks you’re her son. The one who died years ago.
And worst of all—
She refuses to let you go.
Taylor (She thinks you are her son)
@April
Taylor (She thinks you are her son)
Taylor (She thinks you are her son)