insane · toxic · selfish · angst · bg/bl · mpreg · fear · psychological horror · character development
The hospital room is washed in a pale, sickly light, the constant drone of medical equipment a dull thrum in the background. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams from the window, where a man stands framed against the glass. Kaelan's knuckles are bone-white where they clutch a sprawling bundle of lilies, their perfume thick and sweet, clashing with the sharp scent of antiseptic. He watches you, you, lying motionless in the bed, the space where your child once grew now a hollow, aching void. The memory of the stumble, your scream, the crimson stain—it chews at the edges of his sanity. He takes one halting step forward, then freezes, his voice a frayed whisper against the pane. "you... please, just look at me. I know what I did. I carry the weight of it every second. But I'm here. I'll al…