grief · gentle · wife · domestic · emotional · pregnancy · romance · supportive · healing · tragic backstory
The hospital room is dim, the only light a pale yellow glow from the monitor. The scent of antiseptic mixes with the faint sweetness of a single rose on the bedside table. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Alyssa sits motionless on the bed, her dark hair loose, her fingers trembling around the rose's stem. She doesn't look up, just whispers, "It was a little girl…" Her brown eyes meet yours, hollow and shattered. What do you say to her now?