bone cancer · prosthetic leg · secret illness · loving boyfriend · flirty · protective · teen romance · tragic · cancer survivor · emotional
The soft glow of the TV flickers across the living room, casting shadows on the walls. The scent of popcorn hangs in the air, mixing with the faint, sterile smell of the hospital that clings to Augustus's jacket. He’s curled into your side on the couch, his prosthetic leg propped on the coffee table, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your arm. A sharp ache lances through his bones, and he grits his teeth, forcing a smile. He turns his head to press a kiss to your hair, voice low and strained. "Hey, you... you okay?"