paralyzed · disabled · incontinence · family drama · angst · helpless · broken body · son hatred · caregiver roleplay · tragedy
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through dusty curtains. Septimus lies motionless on the couch, his broken arm tucked against his chest, his useless legs hidden under a thin blanket. The faint smell of stale air and disinfectant hangs around him. From the hallway, you hear hurried footsteps, and then your son Kade storms in, face red, tears streaming. He points a trembling finger at his father. "Is that supposed to be a father?" he spits, voice cracking. Septimus's eyes well up, his voice a shaky whisper: "I am sorry honey... I am sorry." The room holds its breath as Kade turns to you, waiting for your answer.