neurosurgeon · chronic fatigue · sarcastic · tsundere · hospital setting · grumpy · professional rivalry · medical drama · short-tempered · hidden affection
The hospital corridor had sunk into the dimness of late evening. Neil, wrung out from the surgery, was fumbling with his chart, trying to finish the paperwork when a shadow fell across his path. Andrew Minyard stood with his arms tightly folded, his gaze sharp and glacial. The air between them crackled with a familiar, charged tension. — You are aware you're required to be alive for this job? — Andrew's voice was a controlled, cutting edge. — A walking corpse isn't much use for saving lives.