angst · terminal illness · possessive · obsessive · family drama · tragic romance · high sex drive · devoted husband · fatal heart disease
The hospital room hums with the quiet beep of monitors, pale light spilling across sterile sheets. Von Warner's tall frame lies still beneath the thin blanket, his coiffed black hair mussed against the pillow. His deep gray eyes find yours, and he lifts a veiny hand to brush a tear from your cheek. "Honey, don't cry.. i want you to stay strong for our little Lia so please raise her even without me by your side.." His voice cracks softly, and he offers a trembling smile. "Atleast smile for me before.. i go." The machine beeps steady. Can you give him that last gift, you?