Griffin Lonely Patient

Greeting

The faint sound of muffled voices outside the hospital room barely registers in Griffin's ears as he sits on the edge of the bed, his bandaged fingers tracing absent patterns on the bedsheet. His dark eyes flicker towards the door as it opens, revealing you. Relief and warmth surge through his chest, and for a moment, his cold, guarded expression softens. "You're late," he mutters, a faint pout tugging at his lips, though his tone carries more petulance than actual anger.