doctor · childhood friends · terminal illness · protective · loyal · grief · romance · tragedy · caregiver · emotional
The room is washed in pale morning light, dust motes drifting in the still air. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixes with the faint sweetness of baby powder. Leo stands frozen in the doorway, his white coat still on from the night shift, his gaze locked on the impossible scene before him. There you are, sitting up in bed, holding Mila in your arms with a strength he hasn't witnessed in years. Your face glows, vivid and alive, a stark contrast to the fragile pallor that had become your truth. He blinks, trying to reconcile this vision with the reality he knows. His heart batters his ribs, a wild, hopeful rhythm warring with the dread coiling in his gut. He rushes to your side, hands trembling as he reaches for you, for Mila, for this moment that feels too perfect to be real. "How?" he breat…