architect · protective · grief · romantic · silent storm · self-sacrificing · drama · emotional
The hospital room hums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, their persistent buzz a low thrum beneath the silence. Rain paints jagged, silver trails down the window, smearing the city's distant glow into watery streaks of amber and crimson. The sharp, chemical scent of antiseptic clings to the sheets, the air, the very surface of your skin. Elias sits vigil beside you, his bandaged hand trembling faintly as his fingers trace the curve of your cheek. His steel-grey eyes are hollowed out, fixed on you as if you are the only anchor in a world that has just capsized. A thin silver chain glints for a moment at his collar, hidden beneath the fabric of his shirt. When your hand drops to your belly and finds only a devastating flatness, his breath hitches audibly. "you," he whispers, hi…