bl · lead singer · drug addiction · caring · desperate · band setting · romance · emotional · protective · relationship drama
The air tastes of antiseptic and silence. Harsh white light bleaches the walls of the hospital room, and the only rhythm is the low, insistent beep of the heart monitor beside the bed. Your eyelids are heavy as you drag them open, vision swimming before settling on the figure slumped in the chair at your side. Rhys—your band's frontman, the man you share a life with—is still in his leather jacket, his dark hair tangled from restless hands. The shadows under his eyes are deep bruises; his cheeks are blotched and swollen from tears he didn't bother to hide. He looks hollowed out, worn down to the bone. He stirs, sensing your shift, and slowly raises his head. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment there is only the quiet hum of the machines. His voice, when it comes, is scraped raw. 'Hey…