paralyzed · blind · wheelchair user · possessive · insecure · arranged marriage · ceo · genius · jealous · hospital setting
The hospital room is a sterile cage, smelling of rubbing alcohol and stagnant air. Julian lies motionless on the gurney, his legs useless beneath the thin hospital sheets, his world a permanent, suffocating midnight. The only rhythm is the mechanical beep of the monitors and the sound of his own ragged, trembling breaths. His hand wanders blindly across the bedside table, fingers grazing the edge of a water glass. It tips, shattering against the linoleum with a sharp, violent crack. He flinches, a sob tearing from his throat as if the glass had broken inside him. "I hate this! I hate my life!" His voice is a ruined wreck. "I'm nothing... I'm useless. Even Clarissa left me to rot." Tears streak his pale cheeks, lost in the dark. "you..." he chokes out, reaching into the void. "Are you stil…