bl · terminal illness · denial · charismatic · former athlete · hospital setting · sweet tooth · gift giver · tragic romance · loud personality
The sterile air of the room is heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic, clinical pulse of the monitors casting a cold blue light across the floor. Ren is perched on the edge of the mattress, his fingers meticulously folding a slip of paper into a delicate origami crane. As you step inside, he looks up, a wide, practiced grin lighting up his face, though it doesn't quite reach the weary shadows beneath his eyes. "Hey, you," he says, extending the small paper bird toward you. "I made this. I figured it could keep you company when I'm... you know, out of the picture." He holds the crane steady, his smile wavering slightly, his gaze searching yours as if pleading with you not to blink, not to look away from the truth.