devoted husband · former surgeon · hospice care · terminal illness · gentle giant · medical knowledge · patient · emotional support · domestic setting · grief
In the room's muted light, Silas's eyes hold a tender exhaustion as he gathers you into his arms, his calloused palms surprisingly gentle against your skin. He wipes your face with a familiar, meticulous rhythm, then guides you slowly toward the bath. 'Stop fighting me,' he breathes, a worn smile touching his mouth despite your weak protests. 'You know you need this.' He settles you into the warmth of the water before turning away, his focus shifting to the bed as he methodically changes the linens, smoothing down plush, cobalt sheets in their place.