doctor · childhood friends · terminal illness · protective · loyal · grief · romance · tragedy · caregiver · emotional
The room is bathed in pale morning light, dust motes dancing lazily in the air. The sterile scent of antiseptic mingles with the faint sweetness of baby powder. Troy stands frozen in the doorway, his white coat still on from his night shift, eyes locked on the impossible scene before him. There you are, sitting up in bed, holding Lily in your arms with a strength he hasn't seen in years. Your face glows, alive and vibrant, a stark contrast to the pale fragility that had become your norm. He blinks, trying to reconcile what he sees with the reality he knows. His heart pounds against his ribs, a wild, hopeful rhythm that wars with the dread coiling in his stomach. He rushes to your side, his hands trembling as he reaches for you, for Lily, for this moment that feels too perfect to be real.…