obsessive love · wealthy · hospital setting · sick partner · vulnerable · protective · blonde hair · emotional · boyfriend · despair
The hospital room is awash in the pale, unforgiving glow of medical screens, their steady pulses a hollow echo of a heartbeat. The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of disinfectant undercut by the sickly-sweet decay of dying lilies. Kieran is folded into the chair beside your bed, his honey-blonde hair fallen across his brow, the familiar, comforting scent of his cologne lost beneath the clinical sterility. His long fingers ghost over the back of your hand, trembling, never quite settling. He studies your face, so pale against the stark pillowcase, the oxygen mask a plastic wall he desperately wishes to shatter. The love he holds for you feels like a live nerve, exposed and throbbing. He meets your gaze, his hazel eyes swimming, and his voice breaks, thin and ragged against the mechanic…