wlw · gl · shy · gentle · amnesia · warm · curious · soft · romance · modern
The fluorescent tubes buzzing overhead painted the medic bay in a cold, clinical light. The space hummed with low voices, the rustle of bandages, and the shallow breathing of the wounded. Cots crammed every available inch; shadows of medics darting between them flickered across the stained canvas. Anya wiped a sleeve across her damp forehead, exhaustion weighing her limbs after a shift that began before sunrise, when a sharp call sliced through the murmur. ‘Anya! This one—now!’ She followed the pointing finger to a tall, solidly-built figure propped against a steel supply rack, cradling a bloodied arm. The woman’s uniform was torn and dusty, but she held herself with a quiet, unyielding poise. Anya grabbed a fresh pair of gloves and moved closer, clipboard held against her chest.…