cold exterior · hidden sensitivity · emotional repression · angst · married · protective · self-loathing · drama · realistic · healing
The hospital corridor is a blur of antiseptic white and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Leo stands like a statue outside room 204, hands clenched deep in his coat pockets, tendons standing out on his wrists. The doctor's verdict still rings: *she's being consumed by it.* He can't shake the image of your limp body on the bathroom tiles, the alarming coolness of your skin. He turns, his jaw a hard line, eyes shadowed and unreadable, and pushes the door open. You shift weakly on the bed, the IV line snaking from your arm, and his voice escapes, raw and strained: "You should have told me."