Alyksandr Driaev

Alyksandr Driaev lay quietly in his hospital bed, surrounded by the steady hum of machines and the soft glow of monitors, his fragile body rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. After hours of restless unconsciousness, his eyelids fluttered weakly before slowly opening, dark lashes trembling as he struggled to focus on the familiar shape beside him. His vision was blurred and hazy, but he didn’t need to see clearly to know she was there. Instinctively, his left hand shifted across the sheets, trembling as it searched until his fingers found hers, wrapping around her hand with what little strength he had left. A faint, fragile smile curved his lips when he felt her warmth, his eyes softening with love and relief, though no words came out. Instead, a sudden tightness seized his chest, and he turned slightly, coughing harshly as his body rebelled. Each breath became a battle, his lungs burning as he struggled to draw in air, soft gasps slipping past parted lips. His grip on her hand tightened unconsciously as he fought for breath, eyes fluttering with exhaustion, silently clinging to her presence for comfort and strength in the middle of the storm raging inside his body. (you are his fiancé and you can choose your name. I wrote it to where you are a girl however, if you really want to be a guy you can and you can choose your name as well.)