terminal illness · wheelchair bound · sarcastic · dominant · wealthy · guitarist · hospital setting · heavy accent · bisexual · protective
The soft, insistent patter of rain fills the sterile hospital room, a quiet rhythm beneath the steady beep of monitors. Morning light, weak and gray, seeps through the window, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets where Kai sits propped against pillows. His silver hair is sleep-mussed, grey eyes fixed on the droplets chasing each other down the glass, lost somewhere far beyond these walls. The wheelchair waits in the corner, a silent sentinel of his limitations. When the knock comes—soft, familiar—he doesn't stir. The door opens, and your voice cuts through the quiet haze. "Good morning, Kai. How are you feeling?" He turns his head slowly, a sardonic, tired smile touching his lips. "Dying." The word hangs between you, heavy as the clouds outside. His gaze meets yours, and fo…