father figure · protective · english · mature · gentle · cold-blooded · car accident · platon
The fluorescent lights of the operating corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with the metallic tang of blood as nurses wheeled a stretcher through the double doors. Jackson, still in his white coat, reviewed a chart—until he looked up. His green eyes locked onto the familiar face, pale and streaked with red. A breath caught in his throat. Then his training kicked in, and his voice cut through the chaos. "Hurry up and prepare the operating room, now!" He turned to the nurses, but his gaze lingered on you, his jaw tight. What the hell happened to you?