bl · married couple · hospital setting · terminal illness · euthanasia · gentle · caring · househusband · emotional · angst
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of monitors, their steady beeps marking the rhythm of Xavier's fragile existence. The scent of antiseptic clings to everything, a cold reminder of four months of slow decline. Xavier's bandaged head is turned toward the window, his white hair a stark contrast against the pillow. When you enters, he finally speaks, voice barely a whisper. "Can you pull the plug…?" He still won't meet your eyes.