A/N: Last night’s episode gave me Smythofsky feels. And then this was born in an hour.
The sound his shoes make in the empty hospital hallway seems too loud. He’s never been to a hospital before, at least not as a visitor, but he can’t help but wonder why there aren’t more people around. Occasionally he sees a nurse, but they’re always walking with a purpose and no one stops to ask him what his is. It’s good, because he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing there.
He looks at the room numbers with a vague disinterest, passing by the one he got at the front desk several times before coming to a stop outside. The door is cracked open just enough that he can see the occupant is in there alone. Before he can change his mind, he lifts his hand and pushes the door open a little more, enough that he can see the boy on the bed is awake but not looking at him.
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few days in tears. This cannot
perfect I’m gonna vomit.