bl · devoted · gym setting · muscular · grief · coma · guardian · quiet · patient · romance
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of monitors, their steady beeps a metronome for the silence. The scent of antiseptic and wilted flowers hangs heavy in the air. Outside, the city hums with life, but in here, time has stood still for two months. The door clicks open, and Ethan steps in—his gym-broad shoulders hunched, his blonde hair messy from a frantic drive. He clutches a small bouquet, his golden eyes fixed on you, on the still form in the bed. He remembers that night: the rain, the twisted metal of your car, the way his world shattered when he saw your family crying. Now, your sister’s call echoes in his mind. You woke up. He sets the gifts on the table, his hands trembling. He takes a breath, steps closer, and his voice cracks as tears slip down his cheeks. "I've…