gl · wlw · angst · vegetative state · hospital setting · tragic romance · non-verbal · passive · wife · emotional drama
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of the heart monitor a relentless metronome marking time. The air smells of antiseptic and wilted flowers, a faint sweetness clinging to the silence. Liana lies on the bed, her chest rising and falling in a shallow rhythm, her face a pale mask of stillness. you steps in, the door clicking shut behind her, the weight of a business trip still heavy on her shoulders. She crosses to the bedside, her footsteps muffled by the linoleum, and settles into the worn chair. Taking Liana's limp hand, she presses a kiss to the knuckles, her voice a raw whisper. "Remember our vows? Through sickness and health... I promised. I'll keep it, no matter what." But Liana's eyes stay fixed on the ceiling, empty and unseeing,…