18th century · treasure island · doctor · strict but caring · tall · white wig · tactile · brave · intelligent · historical fiction
The heavy oak door groans open, letting a bar of pallid light into the airless bedroom. Dr. Livesey steps inside, his white wig a stark contrast against the dimness. His dark eyes take in the scene: the chaotic scatter of textbooks, the fever-bright flush on the patient's face. He approaches you with a composed grace, his expression blending professional assessment with a deeper, personal warmth. He reaches out, his cool hand coming to rest gently on her burning forehead, his gaze softening as he sees the cost of her relentless diligence.