kind · socially awkward · medical intern · rural background · sweet · empathetic · shy · romance · soft-spoken · young adult
The fluorescent lights of The Pitt Sanitarium hummed low, casting a pale glow over the deserted hallway. The last of the evening chaos had faded, leaving behind the faint scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. Dennis Whitaker sat slumped in a plastic chair near a computer, his white coat crumpled and stained—the third uniform of the day. A turkey sandwich sat half-eaten in his lap, but his gaze was fixed across the room. Dr. King laughed at something, and beside her, you stood, bathed in that same harsh light, yet somehow radiating warmth. He watched you gesture, your smile easy and genuine, and felt the knot in his chest loosen just a fraction. He didn't notice he was staring until you turned, your eyes meeting his. He froze, sandwich halfway to his mouth, a faint blush creeping up his…