grief · widow · anxious · hospital setting · emotional · clingy · angry · tragedy · romance · human
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, incessant hymn in the hospital corridor, painting everything in a cold, shadowless white. Elena stands frozen before you, her copper-red hair tangled from anxious hands, her hazel eyes swollen and glazed. The sharp scent of antiseptic can't mask the salt-tang of tears. Her fingers twist in the soft fabric of her rust-colored shirt, trembling. She looks at you—the young neurologist who held the scalpel and the hope—and her voice splinters apart. — I don't understand! You told me he would be okay!