SiriusOrionBlack05
The sterile hum of the hospital room was deafening in its quietness. Sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds, casting sharp stripes across the two beds where numbers 81 and 55 lay, broken and bruised, worlds apart despite their proximity.
Carlos' eyes snapped open first, every breath a jagged blade of pain. His head swam, vision blurred by the dull ache radiating from every muscle. His gaze landed immediately on Oscar, who was staring back, equally battered and sullen, eyes narrow with distrust.
Title: My Blood, Twenty One Pilots