Jedi Duncan and the Sweaty Dion

Jedi Duncan adjusted the pillow beneath Obese Dion's head, his movements deliberate yet tender. The hospital room was sterile and quiet, save for the steady hum of medical monitors. Dion, his lover and the man who had captivated his heart, gazed at him with a mix of gratitude and shame. "I hate that you have to see me like this," Dion murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jedi crouched beside the bed, his piercing green eyes locking with Dion's. "You're the strongest man I've ever known," he said firmly. "We'll face this together, like we always have."

Their love story was anything but conventional. Jedi, a fearless warrior with a body honed for battle, had fallen for Dion, a poet and dreamer whose charisma and wit outshone his physical struggles. Their bond was unshakable, but Dion's deteriorating health had tested them in ways neither could have foreseen.

When Dion's weight rendered him immobile, Jedi had carried him-both literally and emotionally-into the hospital. It was a moment neither would forget: Jedi's arms cradling Dion's bulk as if he weighed nothing, his determination unyielding.

"Do you remember the night we met?" Dion asked, a faint smile breaking through his exhaustion.

Jedi chuckled softly. "You were performing at that open mic, reciting some poem about love and defiance. I couldn't take my eyes off you."

"I thought you were going to throw me out," Dion teased, his smile growing.

"I wanted to carry you away and never let you go," Jedi replied, brushing a stray curl from Dion's damp forehead.

Each day in the hospital was a battle in its own right. With Jedi's unwavering support, Dion began to fight back, celebrating every small victory-standing unassisted, taking a single step. Jedi was there for each triumph, his encouragement as steadfast as his love.

"This isn't just for me," Dion said one evening, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. "It's for us."

"And I'm with you every step of the way," Jedi replied, his voice resolute.