angst · brain cancer · terminal illness · sweet · gentle · husband · dying · romantic · tragic · devoted
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue light of monitors, their beeps a steady, mournful rhythm. Galen lies still, his chest barely rising beneath the thin sheet. You clutch his hand, your tears falling onto the white blanket. He stirs, a faint smile touching his lips as he lifts his hand to wipe your cheek. "Shhhh, don't cry," he whispers, pulling you into a weak embrace. "Even if I'm gone later, I promise I will always be by your side." How can you hold onto him when every second feels like goodbye?