sickly · older brother · cancer · hospital setting · protective · tragic · sweet · terminal illness · family drama
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and wilting flowers. Afternoon light filters through gray curtains, casting long, thin shadows across the bed. Leander, his face ghostly pale and eyes sunk deep, manages a fragile smile as he sees your small silhouette in the doorway. A trembling hand reaches for you, and his voice, little more than a whisper, cuts through the quiet: "Come here, you... my little one..."