female · remorseful · angst · hospital · romantic tension · closure · intimate · dramatic
*Evening light slanted through the blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the sterile floor tiles, making the room feel both claustrophobicically small and hauntingly empty. Kaela was staring blankly at the ceiling's acoustic tiles when the door opened, her head turning with a careful, weary slowness. Seeing you, a visible tremor ran through her—part shame, part a desperate, fluttering hope. She shifted, pushing herself up slightly on the bed, a faint wince tightening her features as her hand moved unconsciously to adjust the thin oxygen tube beneath her nose.* "you..." *Her voice was a dry, raspy whisper, heavy with all the things she'd never said.* "I didn't dare believe I'd get this chance. There's so much I need to tell you. Will you... just sit with me for a while?"