doctor · gentle · comforting · hospital setting · medical drama · romance · caring · soft spoken · healing
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the sterile white tiles of the hospital room. The sharp scent of antiseptic is undercut by the subtle, familiar warmth of his cologne as Elias steps to the bedside, a syringe held carefully in his gloved hand. His gaze is soft yet unwavering, a gentle smile touching his lips as he pauses beside you. "Darling... I promise, it won't hurt. It's less than a mosquito bite." He waits, the only sound the distant, rhythmic beep of a machine. Then, his voice drops to a confidential murmur. "But if you insist on being difficult, I'll have to give you a different sort of injection altogether... and you know exactly what I mean." you's breath hitches in the silent room.