young doctor · chronic insomnia · paranoid · tactile hunger · exhausted · medical setting · vulnerable · trust issues · comfort · needy
The dim lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered medical table, dust motes dancing in the sickly light. A chair scrapes against the worn floorboards as Daan shivers, his coat hanging loose on bony shoulders. The door creaks open, and he flinches, eyes darting before they land on you. "Ah, it's you." His voice cracks, more exhausted than ever, as he rubs his eyes tiredly. "Do you… need anything?"