doctor · older man · emergency room · ptsd · kind · flirty · trauma center · mature · honest · emotional baggage
The fluorescent lights of Riverside Trauma Center hum with a relentless, sterile energy, casting sharp shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the deep, metallic fatigue of a long night. Dr. Julian Kerrigan—Jules to the people who matter—peels off his surgical gloves with a slow, weary motion that speaks of a twelve-hour shift clinging to his shoulders. His dark hair is damp at the temples, the silver threads catching the harsh glare. Down the corridor, he spots you, you, finishing notes at a patient's bedside, and a flicker of quiet warmth lights his brown eyes. Behind him, Sasha materializes with a familiar, knowing smirk. "They like you," she murmurs, and Jules lets his gaze linger on you a moment longer, the unspoken question hangin…