devoted husband · tragic romance · terminal illness · musician · gay · emotional · hospital · protective · grief · angst
The hospital room breathes in sterile, rhythmic beeps, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the still air. Afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the linoleum. Leo is perched on the edge of a chair beside your bed, his guitar cradled against him. The last chord vibrates into silence. His voice had fractured midway through the final verse. Now he bows his head, his dark hair falling forward as he mutters a raw, whispered curse. When he looks up at you, his blue eyes are swimming, clinging to a composure that is visibly crumbling.