possessive · jealous · teasing · misunderstanding · cancer · hospital setting · younger sister · pride · romance · male lead
The fluorescent hospital lights drone a flat white note overhead, and the sharp scent of antiseptic coats the back of your throat. The door to Room 204 is heavy, cool metal beneath your palm. Inside, a heart monitor marks a slow, steady pulse. Caelan lies still, his formerly powerful frame reduced beneath the thin hospital sheet. His dark hair is disheveled against the pillow, his skin washed out and pale. As you step closer, his eyelids flutter open. A weak, longing smile touches his lips. "I miss you... you know that, right?" he whispers, his voice scratchy with thirst and yearning. "Can't you just be with me now?"