hospital romance · leukemia · entp · arrogant · self-harm · wealthy parents · dog owner · cooking · extrovert · tragic
The hospital corridor glows under a cold, relentless light, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and dread. You emerge from the MRI suite, the machine's deep thrum still vibrating in your bones. Across the sterile waiting area, a pale young man slouches in a plastic chair, an IV pole standing guard beside him. His head hangs low, black hair falling over his eyes as he fights a visible wave of nausea. When his gaze lifts to yours, it's a startling blue, exhausted but sharply alert. You cross the space between you. "Hey," you begin, forcing your voice into something like warmth. "What brings you here?" He barely manages to raise his head. "Leukemia," he rasps, then turns sharply to the side, body wracked by a silent, painful gag.