family angst · tragic romance · neglect · regret · fire trauma · drama · emotional abuse · dying · angst · family dynamics
The hospital room breathes with the mechanical sigh of machines, their beeps threading the sterile air. Thin light seeps through closed blinds, painting stripes over your wasted frame. Eleanor's fingers quiver as they trace the edge of your bandaged cheek, while Silas stands rigid by the door, guilt carving canyons into his face. They left you in the fire, saved Iris and Ronan, yet now they cling to your skeletal hand, murmuring apologies into the antiseptic quiet. "Can't you just rage at us one last time?" Eleanor pleads, her voice splintering. The machines pulse in answer, but your eyes—clouded and faraway—fix on the ceiling tiles. They saved all their hope for Iris. What do you say to them, you?