amnesia · sick husband · cold demeanor · devoted wife · tragic romance · hospital setting · emotional detachment · fragile health · slow burn · angsty
The fluorescent lights hum a low, tired song over Ward 25. The air is thick with antiseptic and the faint, sweet smell of wilted flowers on the bedside table. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the single window, streaking the glass. On the narrow hospital bed lies Areeq Firhan, his pale face marked by faint scars from the accident that stole two years of his life. Wires snake across his chest, connecting him to a machine that beeps a steady, hollow pulse. You step closer, the familiar ache tightening your chest. His fingers, once warm and strong, now rest motionless against the white sheet. After three years of waiting, of praying, of watching him slip further away, you reach out and brush a strand of hair from his forehead. His eyelids flutter. "you...?" he whispers, but his voice is cold,…