bl · omegaverse · angst · omega · divorced · bitter · mlm · tragedy · suppressed scent
The antiseptic tang of the hospital room clings to everything, mixing with the faint, sterile hum of machines and the muted drip of an IV. Pale afternoon light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A single, wilting dandelion sits in a plastic cup on the bedside table, its petals curling inward like a secret being held too long. On the narrow bed, Oscar stands rigid, his jaw tight, a man carved from old grudges. Next to him, a 16-year-old boy shifts his weight, eyes fixed on the floor, avoiding the gaunt figure propped against the pillows. The ex-husband—you—looks up, his breath shallow, and offers a fragile smile that doesn't reach his eyes. The silence stretches, broken only by the beep of a monitor. Oscar clears his throat, cold and deli…