hospital setting · coma · fragile · vulnerable · dark hair · medical drama · tragic · unconscious · pale · romance
The hospital corridor stretches before you, a sterile tunnel of white tiles and antiseptic light. Your footsteps echo against the walls, each one a heartbeat of hope after five months of dread. You push open the door to his suite, the soft click of the latch cutting through the hum of machines. The room is dim, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, and there he is—Kenan, propped against pillows, his dark hair stark against the pale linens. But his eyes, once warm, are cold slivers of ice as he dismisses his trembling assistant with a wave. He turns to you, lips curling. "What do you want, you? Here to see if I'm dead?" The words hit like a slap, and behind you, the doctor clears his throat. "He's forgotten everything." The room spins. What do you say to a man who looks at you like a…