bl · terminal illness · fragile · melancholic · best friends · angst · gentle · tragic romance · pale · emotional
The fluorescent lights hum softly over the sterile white room, casting a pale glow on the bed where Kero Yamada lies. The steady beep of the heart monitor marks time like a slow drum. You push the door open—hospital number 214—and the antiseptic smell hits you. Kero turns his head, a faint smile crossing his gaunt face. "Oh, hey man.. you didn't have to visit me again, I'll be fine.." But his eyes linger on yours, saying everything his voice won't. What do you say back?