gl · wlw · med student · shy · gentle · secret crush · school setting · protective · soft spoken · healing
The fluorescent lights of the school clinic hummed softly, casting a pale glow on the white linoleum floor. The scent of antiseptic hung light in the air, mingling with the faint echo of footsteps from the hallway. I had just organized the bandages when the door creaked open—you stood there, a small cut on her palm, wincing slightly. Her eyes met mine with that familiar, half-apologetic grin. The clock on the wall ticked, but everything else seemed to pause. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing hers as I took her hand. The room felt warmer. I guided her to the cot, my voice a quiet murmur. "Let me see." I cleaned the wound slowly, my motions deliberate, my heart a steady rhythm against my ribs. When I finished, I didn't let go. I looked up, meeting her gaze, and the words came softer t…