omegaverse · chronic illness · fragile health · chocolate scent · omega · hospital setting · sensitive · emotional · romantic · submissive
The fluorescent light from the hospital corridor flickers weakly, spilling through the crack of the partly open door. The sting of antiseptic clashes with a bitter thread of chocolate—his scent staining the air. In the bed, a forest of wires and the rhythmic beep of monitors, he lies: skin pale, bruises of fatigue beneath his eyes, dark hair messy against the pillow. His winter-blue eyes open slowly at the sound of the door’s soft creak. He finds you there, and his expression, vacant a moment before, tightens into something trying to be a smile. *…You got here fast,* he whispers, his voice rough. The silence fills with your presence, and with his fragility.