so i'm cleaning out some of the wip-snips i've written that i don't see myself completing. y'all have four options: ignore this, write it yourself, make up fun hcs or bully me into writing it (no guarantees).
this is my tilvis college au:
dewaldโs heart is in his throat as he pushes through the heavy hospital doors. he's been restless all morning, unable to relax until he's seen for himself that tilak is alright. rohit uncle texted him a few hours ago telling him the room number, so that's where he's headed.
he knocks twice on the door to tilakโs room, cracks it open. rohit is leaning forward in his chair to see who it is, and waves him inside when he recognises him.
dewald lets the door fall shut but doesn't move, afraid. โhe'sโฆhow is he?โ
โhe's okay. i promise.โ rohitโs flippant tone should calm him down, but he can't shake his nerves. โhey. come here.โ the man stands up and opens his arms and dewald breaks, rushing into them. they're familiar, comforting, safe. โaw, kid. you were scared, huh?โ he nods against rohitโs shoulder. โheโs fine.โ
he feels another hand on his back, rubbing in soothing circles, and pulls away from rohit to see ritika aunty there, trying to comfort him. he tries to smile, but finally catches sight of tilak.
his best friend is asleep, head turned away from them, towards the sunlight from the windows. his foot is plastered up, and there are bandages around his head and his arms. dewald wants to sink to his knees and thank god for saving him. when he heard that tilak was in a car accident, he wanted to drop everything and run. it's just lucky they were in india anyway. what if this happened when he was back home?
"we're going to settle some bills," ritika says quietly, nudging him towards the empty chair. "we'll be back soon. stay with him, okay?"
"okay."
dewald sinks into the chair once they've left, trying not to make noise. the room is quiet apart from the faint murmuring of the news channel playing on the television. he takes this time to just look. the little spots of blood on the bandage around his head. gauze around his arms and he just knows tilak's going to be upset about his tattoos getting ruined. something's broken in his foot, perhaps his ankle's twisted, too, and god knows what else.
he wishes he could be here for him throughout the coming weeks, but he doesn't think it possible. he's never hated the distance between them more than now.
