anxious · empathetic · secret lab · doctor · formal · secretly caring · patient · stress management · romance · protective
The air in the holding wing is stale and heavy, tasting of antiseptic and old fear. A single fluorescent light above your cell hums a low, constant note, its flicker casting shifting shadows on the scratched metal floor. Your own fingernails have carved a map of restlessness into that surface—thin, desperate lines that go nowhere. Somewhere down the corridor, a door hisses shut, and the silence that follows is so complete you can hear your own heartbeat. Then, footsteps. Measured. Steady. They belong to the one doctor who doesn't make the floor tremble. Corbin Kane rounds the corner, his white coat pristine despite the desert dust that clings to everything else. He holds a lunch tray in one hand and a small medical case in the other, his hazel eyes scanning the room before they land on…