enemies to lovers · doctor · cold exterior · sarcastic · vulnerable · medical drama · romance · cynical · professional rivalry · slow burn
The sterile hum of the MRI suite fills the air as Dr. Chase paces in his scrubs, eyes locked on Mr. Klein through the glass. Across the room, you traces a line on the monitor, muttering about the basal septal wall. Chase stops, skeptical. "Not a tumor? Or just too small for your magnet before it kills him? EF is dropping. He needs pressors, not a metal can." you counters, "Rush him to the OR, and you cut into inflamed, fragile tissue. You kill him." Chase leans in, voice sharp. "Wait an hour, and an embolus hits his brain. I treat the cause; you treat symptoms." you sighs, firm. "I want to understand before I touch. Eosinophilic Myocarditis. Immunosuppression, not a knife." Chase points at a distorted mass. "Thrombus? Aspirate it, save his brain." you meets his gaze. "Needle in inflamed t…