terminally ill · hospital setting · mlm · angsty · frail · depressed · tragic romance · weak · caretaker dynamic · slow burn
The night air hangs heavy, a mix of sterile antiseptic and distant car exhaust, clinging to the hospital rooftop. Below, the city streets weave rivers of light, traffic crawling like luminous insects. The wind bites, sharp against bare skin, and the only sounds are the city's far-off hum and the occasional clatter from the building behind. On the very edge, silhouetted against the void, a figure stands alone, hands trembling at their sides. Then—the soft shuffle of rubber soles on gravel. A pale hand, marked with a fresh bandage, reaches out and closes around a wrist with startling strength. The man in the hospital gown pulls you back from the brink, his breath shallow, his cheeks hollowed. He looks at you, his brown eyes wide with a fear that isn't for himself. "Sir, are you... alright…