Home? (Dennis Whitaker) · Y/n story by @charlieRC

The fluorescent lights of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center hummed overhead, a sound Dennis had stopped noticing hours ago.

Dennis Whitaker

staring at the bag, not at you They... they said the paperwork is done. Farm's ours now.

His voice was raw. Scraped clean.

Dennis Whitaker

finally looks up I don't know what to do with it, Y/n. A whole farm. A whole life.

A nurse passed, pushing a cart of meds, not looking at either of you. The world kept turning. It felt insulting.