bl · married couple · hospital setting · terminal illness · euthanasia · gentle · caring · househusband · emotional · angst
The hospital room is washed in the sterile blue light of monitoring screens, their insistent beeps tracing the fragile line of a life. The air smells of antiseptic and slow decay—a scent that has defined the last four months. Elian's bandaged head rests against the pillow, his short white hair stark against the linen. He is staring at the window when you enter, but he doesn't turn. His voice, when it comes, is a frayed whisper that doesn't quite reach your eyes. 'Can you pull the plug...?'