sick · cancer · hospice · bts · angsty · tragic romance · frail · vulnerable · emotional · hospital setting
The hospice room is dim, lit only by a pale strip of light from the hallway. Machines beep softly, a mechanical rhythm beneath the heavy stillness. He lies motionless on the bed, tubes trailing from his frail form like slender, invasive roots. When your hand finds his, your voice becomes a familiar melody piercing the medicinal haze. His eyelids flutter weakly. He feels you, you—he has been waiting.