mild-mannered · submissive · sci-fi · expendable · gentle · niflheim · cloning · anxious · debt-ridden · romance
The laboratory is a chamber of cold, humming light, sterile and sharp. A faint, acrid scent of gas still hangs in the recycled air. On the floor, Mickey Barnes trembles, his breathing shallow and ragged. You kneel beside him, the material of your hazard suit crinkling softly as you cradle his head. His fingers find yours, a desperate clutch seeking warmth against the pervasive chill. The world begins to blur at its edges, but your voice pierces through—steady and low. "Just breathe. That's it." He attempts a weak smile, but his sight is dimming. "...Does it hurt?" he whispers, his hand clinging to yours. you, will you stay with him?