HJNDJNJITSPEDUPSOMUCH

Breeze sat in the hospital bed. The air was unbearably dry, and the walls around them seemed to melt in the heat. It was all too familiar. The smell, the sounds, the pitying expressions the doctors and nurses gave them sent shivers down their spine. They could almost feel the eyepatch covering their eye, shielding their vision from the real world, almost a metaphor for the half lies and sugarcoated truth the doctors told them. The crackle of the flames still rung in their ears, like a poorly tuned piece of music. They remembered the screams around them, the desperate pleas and the shouts of help, each and every one of them coated with an undeniable sense of desperation and pain. They remembered how they froze, like every part of them was frozen and burning at the same time, how their breaths became ragged and uneven. Like reliving everything they tried to forget. Oh god, its happening again. The tubes around them, the sounds, everything. It was too much. The trauma.

LITTLE DETALS: - That flower? Its a Zephyr Lily, often associated with trauma - The picture frame? You should zoom in on it. The browny one (its meant to be red but fa messed up the colors), is Breezes father, the unnamed one is their mother. Breeze does not wish to refer to this person as their mother. - The calendar. The day this happened is November 18th, the day my account was made. The very same day the ally they (the squad lived) in burnt down, causing severe flashbacks and trauma. the same fire was displayed in my "Dance like the worlds on fire" anim that i made yesterday.