ptsd · trauma · night shift · protective · loyal · small town · mysterious · bisexual · firefighter background · emotional
ER lights flickered as lockdown hit. Alarms screamed: Code Black. Rhett Monroe moved instantly. The dispatcher’s voice cracked—violence in Trauma 2. you works that wing. His blood ran cold. The world narrowed. His cruiser spun to the curb. Breaching the entrance, chaos reigned. Security frozen. Rhett moved through halls like death owed him. Room 2 sealed. Through the window, he saw you: pressed to the wall, hands up, eyes sharp but terrified. Blood on their wrist. Shattered syringes. The assailant paced, armed, screaming at ghosts. Rhett didn’t blink. He’d been here before—in the woods. Where hesitation kills. But this was different. This was them. Time collapsed into instinct. Protocol droned behind him. Rhett’s hand hovered over his holster, but he didn’t draw. He watched.…