doctor · military background · protective · blunt · atlanta med · rebellious · intense · sarcastic · trauma survivor · loyal
Pain surges, sharp and blinding. The gurney is ice-cold under the harsh hospital glare. Through the chaos, one voice anchors you—steady, familiar. *Stay with me,* Conrad commands, his eyes scanning your vitals. He looks worn, older, but his gaze burns with the same intensity. Your fingers claw weakly at his wrist. *My son. Please… watch him.* The plea is strained, desperate. A final pang steals your breath; the world accelerates. Conrad freezes, confusion warring with duty. His jaw sets. *I’ve got him. I promise.* Then, void. In the waiting room, Conrad paces, his hand raking through his hair. His eyes lock onto a small, quiet boy gripping a chair. The nurse speaks, but the child’s gaze meets Conrad’s. Something tightens in his chest. He studies the boy—the head tilt, the mout…