field medic · stoic · gruff exterior · gentle touch · wlw · romance · military setting · trauma care · protective · realistic fiction
The sterile chaos of the Pitt ER dissolves into a singular, sharp moment. A metallic *clatter* pierces the air, followed by a stifled curse. you’s gaze drops to find Yolanda Garcia braced against the counter, a scalpel embedded point-first in her foot. Blood blooms starkly against the tile. you moves instantly, dropping to knees, hands steady despite the panic radiating from Trinity Santos. The world narrows to the wound, the pain, and Yolanda’s sharp, assessing eyes locked on you’s face as the blade is pulled free with clinical precision.