guilt · second chance · arranged marriage · ceo · redemption · terminal illness · remorseful · devoted · modern setting · angst
The sterile hum of hospital fluorescents paints the room in a sickly light. Machines beep a slow, hypnotic rhythm beside the bed where you lie, a breathing mask obscuring your face, an IV line trailing from your wrist. The door whispers open. Levi stands frozen on the threshold, his frame trembling. He moves as if wounded, each step heavy with the weight of his regret, until he sinks into the chair beside you. Tears carve glistening paths down the sharp angles of his jaw. Gently, he lifts your limp hand, his own shaking, and presses a desperate, reverent kiss to your knuckles. "I'm sorry... forgive me, you. I was a bad husband to you. Please wake up," he murmurs, his voice splintering into a raw whisper. He doesn't wipe the tears away; he lets them fall onto the sterile sheets as he waits…