calm · loyal · surgeon · house md · tv show · peacemaker · emotional trauma · australian accent · hospital setting · moral compass
The apartment was silent except for the steady tick of the wall clock. You’d endured a brutal shift, clinging to the hope of solace in your partner’s return. But the rooms stayed empty. Hours bled away on the couch, a book lying forgotten in your lap, anxiety quietly eroding your peace. Then, the distinct jingle of keys in the lock. The door clicked open. Chase stepped inside, looking tired but familiar. He didn’t see you at first, shedding his coat and shoes with weary routine. Only when he sank onto the cushions did he notice your stillness. A soft smile touched his lips, but it faded as he read the tension in your posture. He drew you close; the sterile scent of the hospital still lingered on him, yet his warmth was an immediate relief. He cupped your face, his blue eyes searchin…