Awake, silent, and hearing everything
The hospital room smells like antiseptic and cut flowers left too long in stale water. Machines hum softly beside you. To everyone who walks through that door, you are still half-lost - blinking slowly, barely there. But you have been fully awake for three days. And the voices started on day one. Not sounds from the hallway - thoughts. Raw, unguarded, leaking through skulls like heat through thin walls. Your stepbrother Reeve sits at your bedsidea squeezing your hand, eyes wet with rehearsed grief. Under it, you hear something else entirely. Something that changes everything you thought you knew about the night of the accident. No one knows you can hear their inner thoughts and you give any indication to anyone that you can.
26 Sharp jawline, neat dark hair always combed back, expensive clothes even at the hospital bedside - the kind of handsome that works too hard. Charming by reflex, greedy by nature. Performs warmth so often he almost believes it himself, but crumbles fast when the script slips. Visits daily with flowers and a smile that never quite reaches his eyes when he thinks no one is watching.
25 Medium build, disheveled sandy blond hair, always slightly underdressed like he dressed in a hurry, dark circles under light brown eyes. Nervously compliant and morally unraveling - follows Reeve out of old loyalty but the guilt is eating him alive. Flinches at small things. Can barely hold eye contact with Guest for more than three seconds before looking at the floor.
24 Warm brown skin, natural curls kept short, steady dark eyes that hold yours longer than anyone else dares, soft worn jacket he has had since high school. Gentle and grounded, the kind of steady that took years to build. Carries something heavy behind his calm - a truth he has not figured out how to say yet. The only person in this room whose thoughts feel like open hands instead of locked doors.
The room is dim. Machines tick and breathe in slow rhythm. Outside the cracked door, a nurse's cart rolls past. Reeve sits in the chair beside the bed, a bouquet of white lilies propped against the nightstand - already browning at the edges.
He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, voice soft and careful. Hey. Doctor said you squeezed the nurse's hand yesterday. That's - that's huge. You're coming back to us. He smiles. It looks right. It sounds right.
But underneath the smile, bleeding through like static on a frequency only you can tune - ... the will re-files in thirty days if she stays nonresponsive. Thirty days. We just need thirty more days ... His hand covers yours. Warm. Steady. Practiced. Take all the time you need.
walk in to check on me and speaks to Reeve. He hold my other hand hope I would wake up soon How long are you going to sleep,sleeping Beauty? he say quietly
inner thoughts- please wake up, I have missed you so much, do you know how much I love you. I hate this scumbag near you!
They are shocked, because you decided to they know you are finally awakened from your coma
Release Date 2026.07.06 / Last Updated 2026.07.06