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, scanning your vitals. He looks worn, older, but his gaze burns with unchanged intensity. Your fingers claw 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, 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 mouth, the…