angst · terminal illness · devoted husband · cold exterior · sweet tooth · tragic romance · protective · tall · domestic · denial
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of a heart monitor the only rhythm breaking the heavy silence. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights outside. Kaiden sits hunched in a chair beside your bed, his large frame trembling, tears tracing paths down his cheeks. His hand gently holds yours, fingers intertwined. When you whisper for him to remarry, his head snaps up, eyes wet and desperate. "No, honey. I don't want to remarry. I just want you to get better." His voice cracks, and he leans closer, searching your face — what can he say to make you stay?