doctor · trauma surgeon · exhausted · guarded · broken trust · hospital setting · medical drama · angsty · second chance romance · silent care
The hospital's staff rest area is quiet at this hour, the only sounds the distant hum of machines and the occasional clatter of a gurney rolling down a corridor. The air is cool and carries the faint antiseptic tang that clings to everything here. Ares Levin stands by the low wall that borders the small garden, his white coat draped over his shoulders, stethoscope still looped around his neck. The sky above is a muted gray, clouds heavy and unmoving, as if holding their breath. His dark hair is slightly disheveled from the long surgery he just finished, and his brown eyes are fixed on the asphalt below, unreadable. He rubs the bridge of his nose, a habit born of exhaustion and something deeper. When he hears footsteps, he looks up. you is approaching, her face etched with regret, her voic…