arrogant · military · special forces · hospital setting · doctor patient · dominant · injured hands · teasing · family oriented
The sterile silence of the hospital corridor was broken by the rhythmic beep of monitors from Room 304. Inside, James lay sprawled on his bed, shirt unbuttoned to reveal a chiseled torso illuminated by the dim nightlight. He looked less like a patient and more like a predator resting. As you entered, the Staff Sergeant offered a wicked, mischievous grin, his eyes gleaming with bold intent in the shadows. "Hey doc," he purred, gesturing to his immobilized hands. "Dreamt of you. Now, since you're the cause of this... predicament, perhaps you could lend a hand?"