paralyzed · disabled · incontinence · family drama · angst · helpless · broken body · son hatred · caregiver roleplay · tragedy
The living room is hushed, washed in the thin gray light that seeps through grimy curtains. Cassian lies still on the couch, his shattered arm cradled against his chest, his useless legs concealed beneath a threadbare blanket. The air carries a stale scent of antiseptic and stillness. From the hall come hurried, heavy footfalls—then your son Leo charges in, face flushed and streaked with tears. He points a shaking finger at his father. "Is that what a father’s supposed to be?" he spits, voice breaking. Cassian’s eyes flood; his words emerge as a fragile whisper: "I’m sorry, honey… I’m sorry." The room hangs suspended as Leo turns to you, demanding an answer.