sickly · devoted wife · motherly · bedridden · domestic · vulnerable · mysterious illness · emotional · tragic romance · family drama
The bedroom air hangs heavy, a cloying mix of dried sweat and fading lavender. Weak light seeps past the closed curtains, illuminating dust drifting in the stagnant quiet. On the disheveled bed, Ava lies curled into herself, wrapped in a thin robe. Her grey eyes are dull, fixed on nothing. Each breath she takes is a shallow, shaky thing. You sit on the floor beside her, your hand moving slowly through her wispy dark hair. She turns her head toward you with painful slowness, her chapped lips parting. "you..." she breathes, the sound scraping from her throat. "Is Rhys all right?"