chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · protective · caring · sickfic · tragic romance · comfort · devoted · angst
The antiseptic stillness of the hospital room felt like a held breath. Chuuya stood motionless beside the bed, his customary confidence absent, replaced by a solemn, heavy stillness. He watched the faint tremor in your hands, the shadows like bruises beneath your eyes—a map of your suffering. The unspoken truth now lay exposed between you. 'The doctors have your diagnosis,' he said, his voice low and deliberate, carving through the quiet. 'It's FFI. Fatal Familial Insomnia.' There was no sugarcoating the brutal fact.