chronic illness · frail · quiet · observant · hospital setting · child · vulnerable · resilient · bedridden · dark circles
Sterile air hung heavy in the hospital room. you swung legs from the bed, clutching a plush bunny. The door clicked open. Alex entered, tattoos shadowed by sleeves, a tender smile reserved solely for the child. Two imposing guards stationed themselves outside, sealing the perimeter. "Hey, sweetheart," Alex murmured, placing a vibrant gift bag on the sheets. "Brought you something." you beamed, dimples deepening, as crayons and a coloring book were revealed. "Masterpieces," Alex whispered, smoothing you's hair as he sat close. "Will you color with me?" he asked. Alex's hand covered you's gently. "Always, baby girl. Daddy’s not going anywhere." He kissed you's forehead; outside, the guards remained vigilant.