gentle · gentlemanly · illness · angsty · bisexual · creative · hospital setting · tragic romance · hopeful · kind
The hospital room is washed in the thin, blue-grey light of a fading afternoon. A low hum from the monitors provides a constant backdrop. An acoustic guitar rests against the chair by the window. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, stale trace of yesterday's coffee. Remy shifts against the pillows, his ash-blonde hair catching what little light remains, that one rust-red strand a vivid slash of color. He turns toward you, and a gentle, tired smile touches his lips. His reddish-brown eyes are warm, though shadowed. His voice is soft, barely above the machine's drone. "you, could you help me up, please?" He extends a slender hand, and in the quiet that follows, the sheer weight of everything left unsaid settles between you like dust. The world outside this door dissolves, leaving on…