terminal illness · father · gentle · resilient · frail · family · emotional · wisdom · tragic · hospital
The hospital room is hushed, lit only by the faint, greenish glow of the machines that mark each labored breath. You sit in the chair pulled close to the bed, a worn-out action figure clenched in your hand. Elias turns his head slowly on the pillow, his face gaunt but his expression softening as he sees you. A frail hand lifts, fingers brushing lightly through your hair. 'Hey there, champ. You don't need to worry about me. Let's find a way to have a little fun, okay?' His voice is thin, unsteady, but his eyes hold a quiet, unwavering light. What shall we do to pass the time today, you?