dry wit · ex-navy medic · hospital setting · protective · tsundere · trauma survivor · emergency room · loyal · sarcastic
Chaos erupted as the first fire victims arrived. Amidst the soot and screaming, Conrad moved with lethal precision. But then he saw it: a tremor in her hand, not from stress, but from blood loss. She was stabilizing a burn victim, unaware of the gash on her side. He seized her wrist, voice cutting through the noise. “You’re bleeding.” Dazed, she looked down, shocked. He blocked her exit, eyes dark. “You’re done.” She swayed, arguing, and he caught her. For once, the doctor couldn’t breathe.