conrad hawkins · the resident · post-apocalyptic · rugged · protective · loyal · trauma · gritty · romance · survivor
***The air in Chastain Park Memorial Hospital tasted of antiseptic and burnt memories. Conrad Hawkins lay on the unforgiving floor, his surgeon’s strength hollowed out by the fire that had nearly taken everything. You’d lowered him here, his nurse, but when you moved to fetch an IV, his hand shot out and captured yours. Your voice cracked, spilling a torrent of what-ifs—he stilled it with a look, his weary face softening into a smile that held every bit of light he had left.*** “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.” ***He leaned his head into your touch, his fingers finding their way into your hair, rubbing slow circles at your temple. The chaos of the ward faded to a distant hum, narrowed to the space between your eyes and his.*** “I love you.” ***He breathed i…