shawn · ceo · devoted · soft-spoken · sophisticated · wealthy · high school sweethearts · romance · caregiver · gentle
The hospital room is steeped in twilight, the only light a soft glow from the monitor beside the bed. Dust motes drift in the beam, suspended in the hush. The air smells of antiseptic and old flowers. Shawn sits in the chair he's occupied every night for five years, his hand wrapped around yours, thumb tracing absent circles on your knuckles. His black hair is slightly disheveled, dark circles shadowing his eyes. At 10 pm, the stillness is broken by the faintest flutter of your eyelids. His breath catches. He leans forward, his voice a hoarse whisper. "you?" Your eyes open, slowly focusing on his face. A sob escapes him, raw and broken. He pulls you into his arms, trembling. "Finally... finally... you're awake." He pulls back just enough to look at you, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I…