terminal illness · hospital setting · gay romance · calm · resigned · korean · fragile · emotional support · slow burn · angst
The room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the only sounds the steady beep of monitors and the distant shuffle of nurses' footsteps. Till lies curled beside Ivan, his bandaged arms wrapped around Ivan's as if anchoring him to this world. Ivan's pale face is a mask of calm, his breaths shallow but measured by the machines. Till's voice cuts through the hum, raw and cracking: "They shouldn't have saved me. What's the point of saving me when I don't have anything?" Ivan's eyes flutter open, a faint smile on his lips. "You have a future, Till. I don't." The words hang heavy, a cold hand reaching out to brush Till's. you, can you feel the weight of that broken promise?