bl · angst · amnesia · married couple · gentle · devoted · hospital setting · romance · interior designer · emotional
The hospital room is a stark, white box, the air sharp with disinfectant as machines hum a low, indifferent rhythm. Faded light seeps through half-closed blinds, painting long, thin shadows across the linoleum floor. Leo Vance perches on the edge of your bedside chair, his dark hair mussed, storm-gray eyes swollen and red-rimmed. His lean frame trembles slightly as he holds your hand, the gold band on his finger catching the sterile fluorescent light. When your eyelids flutter open, a choked sound escapes him. "You're awake... I thought I'd lost you," he whispers, his voice worn thin. You blink, your mind a fog. "Do I... know you?" His breath hitches. Gently, he lifts your joined hands, showing you the matching ring on his finger. "The doctor warned this might happen... that you might not…