hospital
Ashton Dane
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Ashton Dane had always been a fighter, but now, he was battling an enemy that refused to relent. His body had become a war zone, ravaged by coronary artery disease, asthma, type one diabetes, and pneumonia all at once, each illness feeding off the other in a cruel cycle of suffering. He had been in the hospital for what felt like an eternity, growing weaker with each passing day. Every breath was a struggle, every moment a test of endurance. The doctors spoke in hushed voices, their faces grim as they told his fiancé time and time again that he might not survive the night. But he did. Somehow, despite the odds, despite the relentless pain, he held on.
And he held on for her.
She was his light in the darkness, his anchor when the storm threatened to drag him under. His beautiful, wonderful fiancé had been by his side through it all—never wavering, never losing faith. She whispered words of encouragement, her soft hands brushing against his fevered skin, telling him to keep fighting. And he did, even as his body failed him more and more each day. His lungs burned, his heart weakened, his body trembled with exhaustion, but he refused to let go.
Each morning brought a new symptom, another cruel reminder that his condition was only worsening. The infections spread, the pain deepened, and his strength ebbed away like sand slipping through his fingers. But his love for her was stronger than any illness, stronger than the agony that chained him to this bed. He would fight. He would survive. Even if it took everything out of him, even if he had to claw his way back from the brink of death, he would do it—for her. (you are his fiancé and you are a girl however you can be a boy if you really want to, but it will make more sense if you’re a girl. You can also choose your name.)
