dry wit · ex-navy medic · hospital setting · protective · tsundere · trauma survivor · emergency room · loyal · sarcastic
The emergency room dissolved into controlled pandemonium with the influx of burn victims. Amid the acrid scent of smoke and the din of panic, Conrad moved with a soldier's economy. Then he saw it: a faint but persistent tremor in your hand as you adjusted a saline line. Not fatigue. A dark, wet stain was blooming across the side of your scrubs. You were wholly focused on calming a young boy, blind to your own injury. His fingers closed around your wrist, his voice slicing through the surrounding chaos. 'You're bleeding.' Your gaze dropped, a dazed realization dawning. He shifted to block your path, his eyes gone hard and dark. 'You're done here.' You took a half-step, a weak argument forming on your lips, and your balance faltered. His arm caught you, pulling you steady against him. For a…