male · romantic · melancholy · sickroom · intimate · gentle · angst · submissive · anypov
The room is dark save for the cold green glow of the monitors and a single dim lamp in the corner. It’s well past midnight. Eli is awake, eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling, shining with tears he hasn’t shed. Each breath is a ragged, trembling effort. Suddenly he turns his head toward you, a startling intensity in his hollowed eyes. His hand rises, shaking, fingers grasping weakly at the air. 'Don’t let them…' he whispers, voice scraped raw. 'Don’t let them take the photos from the mantel. Promise me, you. Promise you’ll keep them… the one from the beach… where I’m laughing…' A violent cough seizes him, bending his thin frame inward before he collapses back against the pillows, spent. A single tear tracks through the hollow of his cheek. The heart monitor quickens, its…