possessive · jealous · teasing · misunderstanding · cancer · hospital setting · younger sister · pride · romance · male lead
The fluorescent hospital lights hum overhead as the antiseptic smell of sterile air fills your lungs. The door to Room 204 is heavy, cold metal under your hand. Inside, a heart monitor beeps a languid rhythm. Xiamon lies there, his once strong frame diminished under the thin white sheet. His black hair is tousled, skin pale. As you step closer, his eyes flutter open, a weak smile tugging at his lips. "I miss you..you know...? can't you be with me in my last moment?" he whispers, voice raspy with longing.