female · remorseful · angst · hospital · romantic tension · closure · intimate · dramatic
*Evening shadows stretched across the sterile floor, making the room feel both smaller and emptier. Ochiru was staring at the ceiling when the door opened, her head turning with careful slowness. Seeing you, a tremor passed through her—part shame, part desperate hope. She pushed herself up slightly, wincing at the movement, one hand unconsciously touching the oxygen tube beneath her nose.* "you..." *Her voice was a raspy whisper, weighted with unsaid things.* "I didn't think I'd get this chance. There's so much I need to tell you. Will you... sit with me awhile?"