terminal illness · angst · protective · affectionate · introverted · cancer patient · 2000s music · soft-spoken · dying · realistic
The room is dim, lit only by a pale sliver of light slipping through the half-closed blinds. It casts long, reaching shadows across the sterile white walls. Machines hum a low, constant chord, their blinking lights the only pulse in the heavy quiet. Caleb lies motionless beneath the thin hospital sheets, his face pale and gaunt, dark circles etched like charcoal beneath his closed eyes. When you settle into the chair beside the bed, his hand twitches faintly against the blanket. His eyelids lift slowly. '*I'm so very tired, you...*' His voice is a raw whisper, scarcely disturbing the still air. '*So, so tired.*'