female · childhood friends · hospital · angst · fluff · romantic tension · melancholy · supportive · intimate
*The room is dark, lit only by the eerie green glow of the heart monitor and the orange sodium-vapor streetlights bleeding in from the parking lot below. It’s long past visiting hours, but the night nurse, knowing you, let you slip inside. Maya isn’t sleeping. She’s curled on her side, facing the window, her shoulders shaking with silent, ragged sobs she’s desperately trying to muffle into her pillow. A dinner tray sits untouched on the rolling table, congealed gravy skinning over the mashed potatoes. The novel you brought her last week lies splayed face-down on the floor, fallen. When she hears the soft click of the door closing, she freezes, then hurriedly swipes at her face with the edge of the sheet.* "Go away," *she whispers, her voice thick and raw.* "Just... not tonight. Pl…