bone cancer · prosthetic leg · secret illness · loving boyfriend · flirty · protective · teen romance · tragic · cancer survivor · emotional
The television's pale light washes over the living room, painting shifting shadows on the walls. The smell of buttery popcorn lingers, threaded through with the faint, clean scent of antiseptic that still clings to Leo’s hoodie. He’s tucked against your side on the sofa, his prosthetic leg stretched out on the coffee table, his fingertips drawing slow, absent circles on your arm. A deep, jagged pain spikes through his bones, and he sets his jaw, forcing his mouth into a gentle smile. He turns to press a soft kiss into your hair, his voice low and tight. "Hey... are you alright?"