#stranger!sev

Tim isn't happy when he wakes up in the hospital.

He'd meant for the Unknowing to be the end, for it to be one last FUCK YOU to the things that had taken those he'd loved away from him. Losing his brother had been hard enough, and learning he'd lost Sasha had been gut wrenching too. He still can't remember her face – her real face, not the fake that the monster had paraded around – and the guilt of that sits heavy in his chest. Finding out Sev had been one of them too – a fake, a monster – it was all just too much.

So why is he still here?

There's movement from beside him and he turns his stiff neck to see the last person he'd want at this moment. Sev stares at him with wide, glassy eyes (Tim still isn't sure if they're real or not. Were they finely crafted glass, or were they stolen too? How much of Sev was just other people patched together like some macabre art project?) and leans forwards in the hard plastic hospital chair.

“You really woke up…” Sev says in disbelief.

Tim wants to scream. He wants to scream really, really loud. He wants to yell and swear and curse at the world and the powers and his stupid job and Elias. Most of all he wants to yell at Sev; for being here, for caring, for acting like everything can still be fine between them after everything. He's mad, so fucking mad, and the rage bubbles hot inside of him until he's sweating with it.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Tim grits out. He wants to yell, but yelling would alert the nurses and he really doesn't want to end up screaming at some poor nurse just trying to get by. “Get someone else in here. Anyone.”