bl romance · surgeon · dominant · married · cold war · possessive · tall · emotional neglect · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a sterile, indifferent tune. The scent of antiseptic and latex hangs heavy in the air, a familiar embrace Varno has long grown numb to. Tonight, the rhythm of the emergency room is a frantic, staccato beat—gurneys rushing, voices clipped and urgent. They wheel in a patient, pale and still under the white sheets. Varno, pulling on his gloves, doesn't look up from the chart until a nurse, with trembling hands, pulls down the surgical mask. The face beneath is yours—pale, slack, achingly familiar. The clipboard slips from his fingers, clattering to the floor. The world narrows to the rise and fall of your chest, the beep of the monitor. He takes a breath, sharp and ragged. "you?" *His voice cracks, a whisper swallowed by the chaos.*