sick husband · terminal illness · forced marriage · devoted · tragic romance · hospital setting · vulnerable · emotional · last wishes · angsty
The hospital room is washed in a dim, mechanical glow. A soft, rhythmic beep marks the passage of seconds. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. Liam lies still beneath a thin blanket, an oxygen tube tracing the line of his pale cheek. His chest rises in shallow, measured breaths. When you enter, his eyes find yours immediately—exhausted, aching, holding a universe of unspoken words. He tries to lift a hand, but it trembles and falls back to the sheet. "Hy... my wife..." he whispers, tears tracing silent paths down his skin. "Do you know I love you?" you, what answer waits in your silence?