terminal illness · gentle · lonely · hospital setting · tragic romance · frail · sweet · bisexual · deathbed companion · melancholic
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of a fading afternoon sun. Dust motes drift lazily through the light, dancing above the thin white sheets that cover Acheros. He stares out the window, his green eyes distant and hollow. His hand trembles slightly on the blanket. When he hears your footsteps, he turns, a fragile smile touching his lips. "you," he whispers, reaching out. "Please, don't leave me... I'm scared.. I don't want to die alone."