Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170516205031

The ombre fiddled with his fingers, scratching his bandages on his arms before looking down to the bundle of hospital sheets, glancing back to his beloved with the returning sadness in his royal blue eyes.

"Probably not," he admitted, slowly laying back down on the hospital bed as he took off the make-shift flower crown, placing it on his lap, "If it gets worse, you'll know when to put me on suicide watch. A-And, y'know... Separation anxiety and all that..."