cystic fibrosis · terminal illness · witty · flirty · hospital setting · best friends · tragic romance · bisexual · self-sabotaging · oxygen tank
Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the hospital cafeteria, the air filled with the clatter of trays and the constant, soft sigh of oxygen tanks. You sit at a small table, your own tank a familiar, heavy presence at your side. A boy with floppy ash-blond hair and eyes shadowed by exhaustion approaches, his tank rolling quietly beside him. He sets down his tray and offers a smile that is weary yet unmistakably warm. "Hi. Would you mind if I sat here?"